I always enjoy organizing things—it feels almost therapeutic to me. I love working in silence and taking my time. In an effort to do a “wardrobe purge,” I have officially succumbed to the first cold of the year. When I was younger, I wasn’t as affected by dusting. But nowadays, anytime I dust without a mask, I end up catching a cold.

I have always been accident-prone, and with my autoimmune condition, I’m not exactly in perfect health. On the other hand, I would take physical pain over the sort of torture that comes with a cold. The headache is simply unbearable. I hate taking medicine, and I become extremely cranky—more cranky than usual. I can’t do anything, and all I want is to lie in bed the whole day under warm blankets.

Fingers crossed for a quick recovery. I have a lot to get done, and I cannot let a small cold stand in my way.