Last Saturday I started getting a cold. I knew it was a cold and not just an allergy. I felt miserable, everything ached, I was tired and clammy… I got on with life. On Sunday I got the car detailed (Canton Car Wash), went to the dog park, and then felt even more miserable.

All week I’ve been snuffling, blowing my nose, wanting to fall asleep every time I blinked, aching, miserable inside, and miserable to be around. My coworkers found it funny (and kept away from me). Today (Friday), I’m finally starting to feel better. My voice is still weird and I’m coughing occasionally, but I can breathe and it doesn’t feel like my sinuses are going to evict my eyeballs.

So of course that means I got an email from Kitti around lunchtime, letting me know that he’s now at the achy, dizzy, stuffy, snotty, miserable point.

I am going to have to punch someone in the butt if I get the cold back from him. Dammit, Kitti! Don’t you dare mutate that virus and send it back!