Ah-Choo!

I have a bad cold.

Has anyone ever had a good cold?

I thought not.

So why call them bad colds? I mean, they  are,  of course, but if there is no other kind, why bother?

I haven't had a cold in years.

But now I have the snotty, sniffy, snorty, sneezy kinda thing goin' on.

And I have graciously shared it with Daughter.

You know how they start - sore throat. It hurts. You think you might die. Then the sore throat mysteriously goes away, and you think, Cured!

Then you sneeze. And start to feel fuzzy headed.

The rest is history.

It's an aggravation, for sure.

But I have been worse, even had worse bad colds.

So I won't complain.

Much.