Friday, December 05, 2003

I am out of Kleenex. I am reduced to TP.

When I first woke up, I was the zombie that I thought I was going to be. But I'm OK now, just a little tired.

Connie is losing her voice and getting a cough. She is not good about keeping her distance. I hope whatever I have does not get worse. She made a comment about "some" people, when they're sick, who do not stay home. She meant, of course, Steve. But she sounds worse than Steve and here she is leaning over at me explaining about the heaviness in her chest. I'm also slightly sick -- sniffles, runny nose, dry-ish throat -- but I'm here.

Everyone keeps floating by so I have to publish this & close it.

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