armed and dangerous
and sticky. very much like this cold that WON’T LET GO. I’ve gotten my voice back, but only the froggy version with a persistent dry old-man cough punctuated by a little-kid runny nose. Do you see the adjectives I’ve just used? I’m going to New York this weekend, people, and none of these jibe with the outfits I’ve planned.
I’ve gotten sick twice this year:
1. when MisAdventure and I thought it would be a good idea to take public transportation all over Chicago in February (it was 6 degrees Fahrenheit),
2. two days, Phoenix, in the company of a two year old.
See? He’s all “Sucker”. Especially since he knows that I can’t wait to see him again.
