It's basically a fact that every spring, with the first full burst of good weather I get hit hard by a cold. Well, at least I know I can still set my biological clock by the phenomenon... Day 2, sore throat fading, body and head aches holding firm.
On the bright side it IS gorgeous outside, and I still managed to finish reading Malaise of Modernity by Charles Taylor despite a thick fog of DayQuil and acetaminophen... That's got to count for something, right?
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