Although I thought I'd dodged it from work and home exposure, the delayed effect, or somebody's germ-laddened hand having been thrust into my own without ample opportunity to explain away my aversion to shaking hands, has exposed me to a head cold. Late Sunday evening, the scratchy throat began to set in, and today, the sounds I'm making have brought a gaggle of geese to our home, seeking companionship. In addition, throughout the day, my impersonation of a longshoreman gearing up for the final round in a tobacco spitting contest could easily intimidate any grizzled east-coast seafaring challenger.... arrrrrh matey.
What's even worse is the kids are showing modest signs as well, which really makes for a pleasant week ahead.
Oh well, best to get it out of the way before the holidays, right?
