All I DON'T want for Christmas is a cold

I'm glad that I try to work ahead and have posts done in advance of when I want to have them up on the blog - a habit I picked up during NaBloPoMo, and it's worth keeping - because inspiration and inclination for writing are a bit hard to come by right now. My husband started having cold symptoms late last week, and by Saturday I was catching up with him. We both started out with pretty bad sore throats, and moved on to the stuffy-head stage.

By the end of Monday, I had a sore nose from spending quality time with a bunch of Kleenex, stuffy ears, a headache, a cough, and raspy voice. But my throat wasn't as painful as it was on Saturday night, so that's something. It's one of those colds where you sound worse than you actually feel, and I'm one of those annoying people who takes their germs to work when they're in that condition, so guess where I will be again on Tuesday? (At least I have my own office, and I'm trying to limit being around my co-workers.) I'm fortifying myself with Zicam, honey-lemon/echinacea throat drops, and Sudafed.

Of course, we both have colds at a time when there's so much to do that we can't give in - Christmas is just a week away, for goodness' sake! Bother, bother. But if I'm around and about a little less than usual, this little bug o' mine is one reason why. It's also one reason I'm posting about having a cold instead of working on one of the more thoughtful pieces I have brewing.