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I'd planned to write a nice little post about Christmas, New Year's, my brother's wedding, and possibly the awesomeness of the Sherlocke Holmes movie.
But the minor sore throat that I was fighting down over the wedding has now blossomed into a full-blown nasty head cold. I spent most of last night trying desperately not to cough so that Chuckro at least could get enough sleep to function at his first day of intensives today. I don't think I'm going to get through my big list of chores I wanted to get done today. I'm going back to bed.
At least the really yucky part didn't kick in until after the wedding. Thank goodness.
But the minor sore throat that I was fighting down over the wedding has now blossomed into a full-blown nasty head cold. I spent most of last night trying desperately not to cough so that Chuckro at least could get enough sleep to function at his first day of intensives today. I don't think I'm going to get through my big list of chores I wanted to get done today. I'm going back to bed.
At least the really yucky part didn't kick in until after the wedding. Thank goodness.
