Cold-Cold, as in freezing and hacking

Oh good grief! I am taking the adage, starve a fever; feed a cold to extremes. In earnest I have devoured everything in site. At 4:00 a.m. I found a note on the counter next to the coffee pot: A fresh pot of coffee will brew for my honey at 5:00 a.m. I probably would have resisted hitting the brew button until 5, but I spied the clear plastic disposable container with half a cheese danish and an entire chocolate chip danish from last night. I started with a sliver of cheese danish as the coffee brewed. Then another sliver, and one more. Filled a soup mug with hot coffee and cut a chunk of chocolate delight and slowly devoured it at the computer. I drained the coffe pot in two hours, and then hubby woke up. "You want breakfast? You know what they say, starve a fever..." So, I plopped two sausage links in the pan, fried up eggs and plunked whopper (no kidding) English muffins in the toaster and downed that too. It is now an hour later and that Cutie in the kitchen is still tempting me. Cutie as in tiny little deliciously sweet orange/nectarine. It's going to be a long day. Hack-hack, sniffle, sneeze, honk! Yesterday at school I combined two beverages in my tall plastic Coke glass, Sprite and grape juice. Holy moly, talk about a jolt; it tasted like wine. Today I think I'll stick with hot tea. Uh, and one more thing. We have a gift certificate for a restaurant that expires tonight, so what the heck...starve a fever. I don't have one, so I'm going feed this damn cold!