THE WHOLE HEAD IS SICK AND THE WHOLE HEART FAINT

I’ve been sick as the proverbial dog all day. I slept most of the afternoon, but it hasn’t done anything to shake this headcold which has liquified my brain and replaced it with bucketfuls of phlegm. Ew. I’m so grossed out by the thought of bucketfuls of phlegm I can hardly stand myself. That wouldn’t even make a good name for a band. Being as how I haven’t been able to do more than drag my weary carcass from bed to sofa to bed, book in hand (did you doubt it? Sick as a dog, but I can still read—I...