I've been dealing with a mild, hanging-there-in-the-back-of-my-throat, sore throat the past two days. I know what happens with these sore throats. They fester until finally, it's a full-blown nasty case of something or another, usually bronchitis. I'm slurping hot stuff down like it's going out of style, hoping to delay the inevitable.
If only I could actually sleep through one whole night during the week!
If only I could feel my fingers and toes again!
Have I mentioned how much I dislike winter recently?