I have a cold. Don’t know if it’s a result of falling asleep outside the other night, but I can’t imagine that helped. I actually think I may have got it from one of the many middle-aged women-with-children who sneezed at me in the garage at the end of last week. Why do so many people find it impossible to put their hand in front of their faces before sneezing? And why do so many of them feel the need to say something afterwards like “there’s so many bugs around now the kids are back at school.” My life would be so much easier without customers.
I may also have picked something up during the crowded Ryder Cup-a-thon at Ted and Beryls I suppose, although I think the gestation period for a cold is longer than 48 hours. I checked in with Ted today, by the way. He was still moaning about the result and refusing to buy anything American.
Don’t feel too sorry for me, by the way. It’s really nothing more than a mild, annoying sniffle.
RC 5-10-16
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