My lack of enthusiasm yesterday, apparent by how little I posted, stands second only to my diminished energy today.  I caught a cold from someone.  It started yesterday morning with a bit of a sore throat and cough, not to mention the expected sinus assault.  Today, however, the great plague that has beset me finally turned its wrath full force upon my being.  I’m hacking (fearful I may unexpectedly cough up a lung or two), miserable and achy (with that feeling of being disconnected, as though I somehow got off-step with the rest of the world and am now roaming in some bizarre alternate universe), suffering a vexing cough (of the sort that hurts when it happens, and is dry like arid, desert air blown across windswept dunes), and developing an increasingly sore throat (I’d venture that’s from the coughing and sinus goings on).  My voice sounds as though I’ve been gargling Brillo pads all night, or at least had a dump truck of gravel surreptitiously deposited into my vocal cords when I wasn’t watching.

I blame my brother, you see, for he arrived at the family Christmas celebration on Sunday with an obvious cold.  He remained bundled up the whole time, looked like leftover death served cold, hacked and wheezed and sniffled and sneezed, and really seemed as though he should have stayed home in bed.  Considering the timing of my sudden misery, it must be his fault.  Let’s hate him for the suffering he has wrought.

Here’s an indication: You know how much I love cold weather.  Right now, however, I’m FREEZING!  I can’t seem to stay warm unless I bundle up under dozens of layers of clothing and blankets.  In fact, I have the heater cranked up above 70°F (21°C).  Normally, temperatures at that range make me uncomfortable.  I get hot and start sweating in great suffering downpours.  Not today, poppets.  Not today.

So keep this in mind if I don’t post much.  It’s possible I’ll focus on sleeping as much as I can; that to be followed by curling up in a corner somewhere, draped in blankets and throws, where I can wallow in distress and self-pity.

Meanwhile, I’m calling the FBI to report my brother as a terrorist for this unprovoked biological attack.