Started feeling it yesterday, and I tried to convince myself it was just mental.
You know that thing you say to yourself,
"WTF? I'm not getting sick. This is just a matter of will power."

No, no it wasn't.

I woke up this morning and thought someone cleverly and stealthily slipped a fully-loaded waterballoon over my head and face, because I woke up unable to breathe. Upon slowly and achingly lowering my feet to the floor, a subtle memory of my son coming home from school just before the weekend with a snot-covered face flashed through my already-fatigued mind. I'm pretty sure he did this to me.

So here I am, groaning at the bending of every joint in my body, sinuses inflated like a Macy Thanksgiving Day Parade float, and my eyes feeling like peeled grapes left out and blasted by a boiler room heating vent.

Why does this crap happen in the summer? I see no need for it aside from the fact that we blast ourselves with artificial cold air that chills this house like an ice lab in Antarctica.

And I have a mustache, too. Do you know how much that sucks?
Runny nose + mustache = seriously, just kill me.

So, needless to say, I'm posting a bit slower than usual today, but I'm still here - even if lethargically!