Not feeling too good myself...

It's like clockwork: I'll be completely healthy for up to a week and a half after I fly cross country, and then I wind up in Sick City. Climate changes suck. Especially when you're going from a place where you can stroll around in a tank top while the sun shines down through the palm trees to a place where you can't even make it from your car to the front door without feeling like that guy in The Day After Tomorrow when the entire world got flash-frozen and he had to walk from Philly to New York City in snowshoes. Arrrrgh!
Speaking of Philly, I'm going there for a few days--starting tomorrow--to visit the relatives. Which I guess is not a bad thing to do while sick. There's no alcohol drinking or fast movement involved, and there are lots of people who know how to make really good soup.
While I was staying at school for the first couple weeks of last summer, I had a conversation with a guy who was obsessed with Robert Ludlum's Jason Bourne novels--you know, the ones they made into movies with Matt Damon. He was obsessed to the point where he had drawn up a schedule for reading the books that would take his entire life to carry out. Basically, he said, he'd read one every ten or so years. That way, he could appreciate the books to their full extent.
I could see the flaw inherent in his reasoning. What would happen if, the week after we talked, he got shot or stabbed, cut down in the prime of his life? What worse fate would there be than dying with the knowledge that he would never, ever be able to read the remaining Jason Bourne novels?
Now, though, I'm thinking of doing the same thing with F. Paul Wilson's Repairman Jack series. Those books are ridiculously good, but with a catch--they're the fastest reads I've ever come across. I managed two of the 500-page tomes in a day and a half, including time for sleeping, meals, cookie baking and movie watching. Do I really want to read the entire ouevre in a month or so, then live the rest of my life knowing that I'll never again crack open a new Repairman Jack novel?
Then again, I've got to find something to keep me occupied. And no, I know what you're thinking...but I have a cold, remember?