Cold. (The illness, not the temperature)
I was feeling it on Tues., that little dryness in the throat, a flowing rivulet from eyes and nose. By Thur. my voice was a raspy croak. I went by the grocery store and picked up some orange juice, a box of cough drops and Kleenex, which as it turned out, barely got me through the day. After the... Sign in to see full entry.