A nasty cold

Not that anyone ever had a lovely cold, or a pleasant cold, or a moderate cold. No. 

Sue (pictured here, under her mother's crocheted blanket) and I both have colds. Hers is mostly in her chest and has turned into bronchitis. Mine, which set in four days after hers, is mostly in my throat and has yet to reach its peak of nastiness. Maybe it will turn out to be mild. 

Blah. Flat. Lethargic. That's us. Might as well leave comments off. No energy for responding just now.