Summer Cold

Sniffle, blech, hawwwwwwk. Yep, summer cold and this a busy, productive time of year, too. My old karaoke partner Tara and her boyfriend had invited me for a cookout, and I really had looked forward to catching up with them and their friends. I even had bought a nice bottle of wine for the community pitch-in. But at seven last night I just had to concede that I'd only be spreading germs and slept ten hours straight. Nothing worse than trying to open those cold packets in the morning when your nose runs, eyes water, and you spend three minutes prying the things open. Hope your day beats the heck out of mine. .)