Normally Jim and I would have celebrated the Super Bowl at a party somewhere down here. This was not the case this year.
We both sound like we smoked Camel cigarettes all our lives, Jim more so than me. As I haven’t been working as of late, it’s probably school-borne bugs Jim is bringing home that are keeping us hacking. We finally we able to get some cough medicine in us last night for our first good night’s sleep in a week.
My nephew who studied meteorology says it’s because it wasn’t cold enough to kill all the bugs.