I'm not worse. And no, I didn't try either of the radical remedies for chasing a cold away. I spent a normal afternoon and evening, went to bed early, and slept like a log.
What woke me up early this morning was a mysterious whirring, almost whining, mechanical noise. I lay in bed listening to it, wondering what it could be. If it's a train or an airplane, I thought, it wouldn't last so long. But it was louder than the noise of trains and planes usually is around here. Peut-être que c'était un OVNI — un objet volant non-identifié.
Yesterday's lunch: polenta with okra, tomatoes, and shrimp
The noise continued. I finally got up and opened a window to hear it better. That's when I realized it was a grape harvester. Somebody was out harvesting grapes at 5:00 a.m. That's a first, I think, in 10 years of living here. During the day, you don't even notice the noise of the mechanical harvesters, but in the early morning quiet it sounded much louder.
It's raining right now, and it's supposed to rain more today and tomorrow. I guess getting the grapes in has become urgent.