Between Colds and Death there’s a story–
I discovered that yesterday was my seventh anniversary with Word Press, that this blog has been registered with them for that long. Sure, I’ve only been writing on it for almost five, but still–back when blogging was a big deal, here I was. Always nice to know.
The evening was a nightmare, however. It was hard to crank out the close to six hundred words I did eventually write, because I was coughing up a storm. The cold is still lingering, though it seems to have lessened this morning, but last night I couldn’t go five minutes without coughing. It was like there was fluid in my chest, only it wouldn’t come out. Got so bad at one point I started gagging, and that’s never fun.
However . . . I did seem to get a good night’s sleep, so that helps. But writing was miserable.
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