Explanation: Did you ever wake up and realize that, although your throat is not sore, you have a peculiar dry, almost swollen feeling? And then, a couple of days later, did you wake up sick as a dog (poor dog)? That feeling is a "warning throat." I get this info from me. Yes, that's right. My own creation.
And I have a warning throat today. However I vastly prefer a warning throat to my Scrooge-y bah-humbug temperament of Monday.
It's cold as hell outside (and, also in my apartment.... It was 61 degrees when I woke up this morning. Which, in comparison to being 12 degrees outside sounds fabulous. But in comparison to my 98 degree body temperature is a bit nippy. Especially when my bed was snuggly, electric-blanket-warm). It was so cold I actually rode the bus to work rather than walk all the way to the subway. What a slug I am! What a wuss! But riding the bus in the morning does give me a lot more knitting time.
Oh crap, the computer clock just turned to 9:00 am. I really need to do some work and get my desk cleaned off. Some morning I'm going to walk into my office and my desk will growl and lunge at me. And then I will be killed in an avalanche of paper.
Yikes. To work I go.....
P.S. oh, check it out: the website for the Growing Old documentary. Cool beans.
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Blame me. I had that on Monday after I got home from knitting. But it hasn't been too bad. More of an annoying cold than a "can't breathe - want to die" cold.
Zinc helps. Get yourself some Zicam.
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