Four boxes and 32 travel packs later, the Cold has abated... somewhat. I think Kleenex has just made their entire quarter's profit off my illness, as for 72 hours, I couldn't go anywhere without some tissues handy.
Gross.
I've got a lot of work to do before the weekend rolls in, perhaps more work than I'm able to complete, but I'm going to set my nose to the grindstone, and if it wrecks me for the weekend, so be it. I haven't got any plans, and I'm pretty sure no one has plans for me.
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