This is one of those Apostle Paul days, where I say things like 'The whole creation groaneth and travaileth together,' and 'Who shall be able to deliver me from this body of sin and death?' Blah. I hate colds. Usually I can bounce right back, but this has been one of those miserable long drawn-out affairs that started with sneezes and watery eyes on Friday and is still lingering today. I think the last time I was this sick was soon after I met Michael, and I remember penning the thought, 'It is evident that not even Intrigue is proof against the hardships of life.' Alas, True Love has solved most of my problems but has been unable to address the mortality issue.
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