I had so much fun camping last weekend with the Sisters on the Fly​. One of our participants had a “little cold”. I got home late Sunday night. By Monday evening, I had a tickle in my throat and a polite little cough. And now? Now I can’t breathe through my nose, I ache all over, my nose is running like a sugar tree, I’m coughing my head off, and I have a fever. AND I’m feeling pretty darned sorry for myself, to boot because it’s Mr. Virgo’s birthday and I don’t have anyone to sing to or to have bring me chicken soup. But, as they say, misery loves company. There are now five of us from the trip that are sick with the same thing. Total bummer. However, it is forcing me to stop and get some rest. So, I suppose that’s the upside.

Cough. Sniffle. Wheeze.