So, I’ve finally come down with the Bronchial Disease of the week. Steve had it last week. I’m not sure whether I got it from him, or from the exposure to the toxic-mold-and-guck-infested walk-in cooler that I helped clean out on Wednesday. By Thursday night, I started to feel lousy. By Friday, it was much worse (and of coarse, I spent all day at work…). Today, my head doesn’t hurt as bad, but I have no voice! Some would say that’s a good thing!! A Jameson and Honey would taste good right about now!
