A summer cold…

…is, like the ad said, a different animal. It’s still all the same sneezing and wheezing and hacking though. Phooey.

I stopped on the way home from work because I was frightfully close to running out of Scotties® tissues and that certainly wouldn’t do. Now I’m home and ready for a little more rest and recuperation. Darn cold.

If you need me, I’ll be the one taking a nap.

No postcards today, but I did get this:

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