I cannot believe I am coming down with a cold again. My tonsils felt weird all day yesterday. Today, they're the size of eggplants, my chest is full of yuck and my throat is on fire. Great. And, once again, it's all Captain Immune Carrier's fault. He mentioned the other day that his chest felt a little tight and, as far as I know, that was the end of it for him. I hate him for that. It's probably something he picked up on one of his flights home from Israel on Friday. Airplanes are great for that. They're just giant tin cans o' germs. Fortunately, my 6:00 consultation for this evening called and rescheduled her appointment because her steep driveway is an ice skating rink right now and she can't leave her house. I'm thinking it might be high time to curl up on the sofa with the TiVo remote and a couple warm blankies for the remainder of the day. I'd add "with a large glass of orange juice" to that sentence except I just polished off the last of it. Argh! I don't know if I will survive until Mr Moo comes home tonight with some more.