Bad Timing

Greetings from the house of the plague. The cold I was grumbling about a couple of posts ago? Is now trying to make my face explode. When a nail through your cheekbone sounds like a viable option, you are in trouble. The one bright spot? Mom-in-law is here, so I was able to sleep uninterrupted from 2:00 this afternoon until 8:00. I guzzled down some chicken soup (Jewish penicillin!) and orange juice with a TheraFlu chaser, so I am hoping to be unconscious in the very near future. Merry Christmas to me.

Oh, and Winkflash is the devil. More on that when I don't feel the need to gouge out my eyes.

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