Right now, I have the heater cranked up, my warmest jammies on, a blanket draped over my lap, and one draped around my head, a la little baboushka:
I am also, right now, nursing a fever, a cough, and some uncomfortable chest congestion.
(Please read that last part carefully: chest con-gest-ion. If you are like me, and quickly skim blog posts, and accidently read a work, mistaking it for another, note that says congestion. Not constipation. Because...well, ew. This is not that kind of blog).
Oy vey.
Nothing some medicine, liquid, and Anne of Green Gables marathon can't help, I suppose.
I hope you, rad readers, are enjoying your MLK Jr. day in a much more pleasant fashion.
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