My flight home from Paris was a plague ship. Everyone around me was coughing; the whole spectrum from dry to wet.
So of course I came down with a sore throat/cough/cold the
day after I landed.
It’s just a cold, but it sucks the energy right out of me
and makes it really hard to even talk.
So what am I grateful for today? I’m thankful that I didn’t
get sick until I got home; that I didn’t have to deal with this while I was in
Europe.
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