I've spent most of the last week being absolutely miserable.  Whether it was a summer cold, a severe allergy attack, or some other kind of evil, I've suffered from a case of the creeping crud since Tuesday.  It started out in my sinuses, so I assumed originally that I was having an allergy attack.  Then my throat got soar and my chest tightened up and I wallowed in misery for several days.

I'm feeling better now, but don't expect me to run a marathon just yet.  I'm still blowing my nose like I have a massive investment in tissue paper and believe I may have rubbed several layers of skin off of my face in the process.  I can't prove it yet, but I may have actually coughed up a lung without realizing it.

The coughing and sore throat are almost gone now.  I won't miss them.

So I've napped until I can't nap anymore — OK, that's not true since all I've wanted to do is sleep.

Well, regardless of what it was, it's going away now.  That works for me.  All I can say is that having anything similar to this when it's hot makes it that much more miserable.  Believe me, this is the voice of experience speaking here.

And if I ever find out it was a cold and who gave it to me, I'm gonna go Postal all over 'em.

It's hard for me to believe it's already July.  It seems that only a few weeks ago it was snowing here (Valentine's Day), and shortly before that I was trying to survive the horrordays.  Now it's nearly Independence Day and I feel as though I've been robbed of some very precious time.  I realize time seems to pass more quickly as the years go by, and this is normally attributed to our hectic lifestyles and busy schedules, but this year seems out of control.  It's racing by so quickly that I feel robbed in some way.