Sick again.

I think this is the fourth time I’ve titled a blog post “sick again”. Meh.

Every year I catch a cold. It’s usually a week-long thing and I’ve grown accustomed to holing up through the worst of it. This year I had a relapse (I was going to title this post “Frankie Says Relapse”, but deemed that too silly for public usage). Three days of super-sick, then a day of “yay, it’s gone”. Now I’m sick again.

The big problem is that I’m afraid that catching a cold this early in the season will increase my chances of catching a second one before next spring. I’ve basically turned into a sickly old man. This has got to stop.

In the meantime, I’m going to make a cup of tea, put my cardigan on, and shuffle through the house grumbling about the neighbor’s kids.

Where’s my tissue? Oh, tucked in my sleeve.