|Max is disdainful about his sweater.|
When the weather turns mild and dry after weeks of rain and clouds, you're all hopped up on Christmas music, feeling great, your pony is sound and doing awesome, and then you get a horrible cold.
I can't breathe, I can't talk, there's a cold sore on my tongue, my throat feels like it's swollen shut, my head weighs approximately 50 pounds, and I'm pretty sure The Blob has taken up residence in my lungs.
I'm the picture of beauty and elegance, to be sure.
Driving to and from a short client meeting about 45 minutes away today totally wore me out, and I had to take a 2 hour nap afterwards.
I'm sidelined. And it's terrible.
I JUST WANNA RIDE MY PONY!
*stamps feet like a small child*
Y'all can look forward to either radio silence for a few days, or some rather interesting decongestant-fuled content. I'm not sure which yet.