My cold still has me by the throat. I don't get colds often, but when I do, I suffer in spades. Dad was the same way and though he was seldom grumpy, when he had a cold, grumpiness was a sure thing. I wish I had inherited all the good things about him instead of things like that.
Anyway, I might be gone for a couple more days as I'm having difficulty even thinking, much less writing.
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