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| The Writer, formerly known as Well. |
Whatever
my middle son decided to pick up as this seasons illness has finally hit
me. I had high hopes that when everyone
had it but me and my oldest son, I was going to be safe. Alas, no such luck. I went to sleep last night with a tickle in
my throat, and woke up this morning coughing, sore everywhere, and with far
lower energy.
All
this on the first Monday after the evil, vile, terrible, icky, smelly Daylight
Stupid Time has finally ended.
I
can barely work up a meaningful huzzah.
Huzzah.
See? I can’t even get up to exclamation point
level, and this is an internet blog.
Have
a great day. I’m thinking I may head
home.
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