Either what I have is not a cold, or cold medicine is just a gigantic placebo scam, or both. I'm sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, feverish, etc.: basically the whole NyQuil commercial except for the part where NyQuil helps. (That, and: I have no problems sleeping whatsoever, and do so for about 13 hours a day.)
As I write this (Monday morning), we've reached the stage where the inside of my nose has gone all crusty and dry, so it burns when I inhale or exhale, and even though my head is congested, nothing comes out when I blow my nose. (And then for a while after I've blown my nose, my head makes little crackly and squeaky noises while the pressures all equalize.) This is a horrible feeling, but a good sign, I think. Maybe.
Meanwhile: Paphiopedilum. Nice little flower. Maybe sort of anemic-looking, next to the more colorful Paphs, but whatever. It's pretty in its way. And the plants themselves are surprisingly robust: I found one pot in this shipment that contained five individual plants, four offsets on one original plant. Which would be something of a bargain, actually.