My cold has hit it's pinnacle. Sore throat, which has spread to my co-workers. My lack of sick days has caused itchy throats and evil eyes in others. Warm tea. Mucous out. I have yet to be sick this past year in California, of course it coincides with the one week it rains. The rain feeds the grass to grow. My body is yearning for rest, and my cold will ensure it happens somehow. I go to work, and dream to sleep.
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