Misery

It's 5:45 a.m. That most ruthless of predators, the common cold*, has been stalking me for days, and last night laid me flat. Fever, watery eyes, muscle aches, congestion. Yippee! And just in time for the weekend.

And now, thanks to this tiny rhinovirus, I cannot sleep.

Am I the only one for whom the term "rhinovirus" conjures up a distinctly comical image?




*It's preschool petri dish season.