And just when I'd believed my fears unfounded and the spread of infection limited to music, my body tells me otherwise, internal furnace on overload, my neck aching and my gut twisting. I put the song on repeat, down a glass a wat-ah, and sit down with a book or two or three and a cupa-cupa of tea. Sushi for dinner with Leif, after the help of my trusty friend Advil, of course.

Last year, I read The Healthy High Tech Body, by Oz Garcia, which is sparse on practical solutions but abounds in rich analysis, history and unusual, amazingly tasty recipes, including oatmeal-barley cakes, lentil salads, and pork tenderloin with grapes and vidalia onions. Tonight, I'm making some basic marinara. Tomorrow, roast plum tomatoes. (Flavor enhancers, in case you're wondering, not actual meals). I felt a lot healthier at this point, last year, too -- eating smarter, working out religiously -- and yet I still managed to catch the occasional cold. While some things are more fun to catch than others, I'm hoping that some of my resolutions this year will keep me healthier, if not challenged at the very least.

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