The Joy of the Common Cold

Reflections from the field

I’m sick. It started out mild but, on this, the 3rd of January, I find myself drowning in mucus with a throat that doesn’t know how to withstand the coughs I’m subjecting it to.

“Do you feel better today?” my husband asks hopefully.

“Grunnnnckkknaugh,” I respond, burying deeper beneath the covers until only the top wisps…