But, I'm not crying. Yes, I usually cry when I'm sick. Ah-ha - - proof positive that I'm maturing. Well, at least a little.
I have lots of junk in my throat (better than in my trunk) and man oh man is it sore (my throat, not my trunk). The best part is that I have to go to a meeting for several days this week in Birmingham. So, I don't get any down time. Maybe I can get out of our "team building" bowling tournament. Those are always a rip-roaring good time.
The worst part of being sick is that I can hardly talk! Dennis is probably secretly in heaven right now. Maybe this will give me time to practice that "listening" thing that I've heard about. Naahh.
Ughmph. ahhhemmmm. ughmph (cough, cough).