I get to have this WHOLE week off (due to many holiday hours that needed burning rather than handing them back to the Empire next Sunday), and what do I wake up to find?
Achy joints. Malaise. Plugged ears. Sore throat. Queasiness. 100.2° fever.
In a word, a gods-be-damned cold.
I’m taking some Motrin and going back to bed. The only thing I can think to say in favor of this timing is that I won’t have to use up a fistful of next year’s sick leave hours first thing next week.
A summer fnord is a Different Animal.
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