Remember that bad cold I had just last week? This morning I woke up with a hideous sore throat and have been slowly working my way through another box of Kleenex.
I . . . do not know what the answer is for me. This may be the Worst. Week. Ever.
(Yes, I have enough to eat and all my limbs work correctly despite arthritis and there is a roof over my head and my children are healthy and mostly sane, yes I realize I am whining about first-world problems, yes. I know. But I am still miserable.)
Edited up to page 81, did little else I hoped to do. C'est la vie. I also ate nothing but soup and Motrin.