“Harry, I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” says Special Agent Dale Cooper. “Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don’t plan it. Don’t wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men’s store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee.”

Or it could be a bottle of Lagunitas Cappuccino Stout that I saved last winter, that I stored away like a kid hiding a snowball in the freezer. I was planning to drink it sometime in the summer – sometime equidistant between last year’s Cap Stouts and this year’s batch – but I had gotten in the habit of ignoring the bottle’s existence, until tonight. Until I finally started to feel like I was shaking this cold, and I wanted to celebrate, and Niles reminded me of it. So between that, the pesto-infused vegetables (that are part of Niles’s continuing campaign to convince me that kale, chard, mustard greens and the like are meant to be eaten, and that their bitter taste isn’t actually an evolutionary warning for humans to stay away) and the delicious, slow-cooked, fall-off-the-bone barbecue ribs we had tonight, it felt like a happy little celebration dinner. I still have a demon cough, but for the first time in several days I don’t feel completely run down, and I’m starting to feel decently human again.