Heather and I have been in the grips of a vile and evil cold lately. The kind that takes up residence in your nasal cavity and converts it into a party loft. You get to enjoy a sore throat for much longer than the cold medicine warning label says you should have one. And the coughing is enough to crack a rib...on your neighbor. If I didn't know any better (and, really, who does?) I would say we have tuberculosis. But I think we cough too much for that.
We're hoping the party moves on sometime before spring...perhaps the bug with his increasing roster of friends will need bigger digs eventually. Until then, hold onto your drug company stock portfolio.
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