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!