I'm finally feeling better. I don't have to keep sundry medicines on my nightstand to take as soon as I reach consciousness. I'm at that recovery stage I call "functional sickness" where you still cough and sneeze and have a sore throat, but the fog in your brain is gone and you could reasonably go back to work without much problem. I think I finally made it here because Sam's sleep is better. I made a lot of changes to sleep routines and made it a priority to focus on his sleep health above everything else. I'm not generally superstitious, but even I will knock on wood after admitting to you that Sam has slept 11+ hours the last three nights in a row. Absolutely no wakings in between. Incredible. Knock knock knock.
So of COURSE Jack wakes up with a cough, sneezing, and a green crusty mustache of boogers. Sigh.