While contemplating the usual suspects in cold therapy at my local Safeway today it dawned on me that my choices couldn't seem less therapeutic. Their weird, extraterrestrial sounding names - a sampling included oddities Mucinex, Drixoral and Zicam - were an affront to my already congested senses. Even worse, their homogoneous, sterile-looking packaging only served to make me feel more sick than I already did. So, in a rare moment of extra-viral clarity, I pulled myself together and hacked and sniffed my way over to a much more inviting place: the wine aisle.
In a perfect world, my doctor's prescription for cold relief would include the following:
* warm blanket
* lots of sleep
* sappy romantic comedies along the lines of When Harry Met Sally and You’ve Got Mail
* gigantic bottle of full-bodied, fruity red wine, preferably high in alcohol content to encourage aforementioned sleep
Now, I just got off the phone with my doctor and I'm pretty sure her cold season advice did not include the fourth item on my list. Still, what she doesn't know won't kill her, and so I am, with an enormous smile on my face, currently enjoying a 2004 Ledson "Baldocchi Old Vine" Russian River Valley Zinfandel (ABV 14.9%, thank you very much).
It may not be Mucinex, but I sure do feel better.