Cold Season

My poor sweetie is sick with a cold. He sounds like a cute little froggy on the phone. I wish there were more I could do for him, but a cold is a cold and must run its course, so all I can do is send him love and good thoughts. I could also talk naughty to him, come to think of it. :-)

I don't think I've caught it, though I was most definitely exposed on Saturday. I just got over the jolly cold I had for Arisia weekend, and I don't recall ever getting back-to-back colds. I'm just a wee bit snuffly, but I'm always a wee bit snuffly in winter, every winter. The strain going around seems to sit quietly for a while before pouncing and stripping the throat of its flesh. Time will tell.