Well Worth a Little Coughing...
Oh yeah, I wanted to mention this when I was talking about my recent cold...
It's Saturday, and I'm lying in bed in the afternoon feeling miserable. My spouse is off at a writing class. My chest feels like I'm gargling hot glass, and my head feels like a kernel of popcorn about to pop. I make the mistake of breathing, and erupt in phlegmy hacking.
When I can hear again, The Boy calls up from the steps up to the attic bedroom.
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