Tam and I both appear to be coming down with something. Darned if I know what it might be; I got the flu vaccine as soon as it came out this year. You just about have to get yearly flu shots in my line of work, since we have an entire department that gets paid to go wander the far corners of the Earth, interact with The Public and return to use the same darned break room and community refrigerator as the rest of us. (It's a darned wonder the thing isn't full of fleas.)
But we're getting hit with something involving generalized ache, dizziness and feeling yeech. Perhaps it's an overdose of Winter, in which case we'd better brace ourselves, since there's more than a mere hair of the dog that's biting us readying up: another one-to-three (1,2,3?) inches of snow by tomorrow and lows falling well below zero -- with even more snow! -- rounding out the week.
What's the calendar say, not quite six weeks 'til March and the promise of Spring? Just keep sloggin'. One darned day at a time. The Sun will come back; the astronomers promised.
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