As Long as You've Got Your Health ...

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Apparently The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe do not have the sort of immune systems which can compete with day care.

Finnegan seems to catch every bug there is, which has never really affected his grandparents.

Until now.

When we departed the shores of the Chesapeake to return to the shores of the Narragansett (crossing over the shores of the Delaware upon the way) we both felt fairly healthy and in fine fettle.

Monday The Missus Herself awakened with a bad cold. As for me, Your Humble Scribe, I felt nothing more than a mild scratchy throat, which could easily be attributed to the long drive and the lack of sleep the evening before departure.

However ...

Tuesday I awakened with one nostril leaking like the seams of the Titanic, post iceberg collision, and a mouth so dry that the Sahara would feel like a wet towel in comparison.

After clearing the nostril and taking a hefty chug of H₂O, I felt a bit better. Enough to decide that another hour or so of sleep would be "just the thing."

Well, yes and no. I slept wonderfully but awakened to a head full of cotton. Classic "Ah, crap, I have a cold."

Now before any of you start channeling your inner CDC bureaucrat, Finnegan, who is subject to apparently every virus known to man, did see a doctor (The Nuke is hyper-protective of her brood, I daresay if she and a mother grizzly crossed paths in the wild, I pity the grizzly) and was diagnosed with the common cold. (Poor kid had a bout with pneumonia a month or so ago, so The Nuke wanted to make sure that had not re-occurred.)

Yes, yes, I know that there are 80 bazillion strains of something out there "going around." We have colds, I've had them all my life, I know what they feel like. As for the flu, I've had it twice (both in years when I missed my flu shot) and know what that feels like. (If you've never had the flu, you wouldn't understand, something to be avoided like, well, the plague.) I've also had the dreaded Covid and know what that feels like. (I had a mild case, knock on wood.)

Bottom line, I feel like a crap sandwich without the bread.

Posting might be a bit sparse over the next cuppla days as I am feeling rather uncreative.

Oh yeah, my garbage disposal crapped the bed on Monday. So I've got that going for me as well. Upon recovery, I shall replace it. Not my first rodeo, er, garbage disposal replacement. The one we've got now is the one I put in.

Twenty years ago.

I might remember how, we shall see.

Stay frosty my friends, perhaps I shall return on the morrow.

Or not.

I guess there's a reason it's called a RHINOvirus¹.

¹ I know, I know, not the literal meaning ...