I’m on my fourth day of a lousy cold.

I promised a friend, that if I’m not better by Thursday, I’ll go to the doctor. Actually I think I’m feeling slightly better this afternoon.

I have been asked to go to dinner at Circles (the area’s nicest restaurant) for my 78th birthday tomorrow, but I doubt that I’ll be up to it.

With all the talk on the news of the killer coronavirus, I’m very aware of spreading my cold and the ramifications of being “run down” and exposing others to even a cold virus. I asked for a substitute Sunday when I was supposed to work at the Squad. I’m thinking that I may ask for another sub on Monday, unless I’ve greatly improved.

I am planning to take even better care of myself than I have been.

When it comes to being prepared for a disease that’s spreading fast with horrid, fatal consequences, I have ordered zinc lozenges and surgical masks. I’m actually thinking about limiting my outings to golf cart rides and skipping the dances and close-up encounters. I want to live a nice long, healthy life.