not what ails me

So that thing where I spent the day after Thanksgiving in bed (actually I worked in bed, too, so it wasn't as bad as I made it sound)-- well, it wasn't introversion. I was getting a bad cold.

Saturday I had a bit of a rough throat and my brother told me on the phone I sounded bad but I breezily said "Oh, I'm not sick--" yesterday the unstoppable sneezes began.

...I had kind of forgotten what this was like, honestly...

sweet squeaky music

Follows on from my previous post.

Does the world want to know that this particular head cold has caused my nose to produce little porcupine noises on each exhalation? I thought not.