My nose is running.
My brother, who I spent an unusual amount of time with last weekend, had a no good, very bad cold, and now I'm afraid that it's mine.
And my mother's. Ka-pow, ka-pow.
But mine isn't going to get that bad, because I command it to and because I'm taking cold medicine and vitamins like they're christmas cookies.
Speaking of which, I'm should make some cookies this afternoon.
Because I don't work again until Friday afternoon, it's Christmas time, and I like chocolate.
Maybe, since I've planned so far in advance, I'll take some pictures of the cookie-making process.
Or maybe I'll contaminate the cookies with my sickness and eat them all myself.