Do you know what I’ve discovered this week about winter?
Besides the fact
that I hate winter
, I really think that when that damn groundhog (Punxsutawney Phil) sees his shadow and proclaims six more weeks of winter, my body actually goes down for the count in February with a debilitating respiratory sickness that kicks my ass up one side of the ice rink and down the other. To say that I currently have a cold that is trying to take me out is an understatement, and I have only one entity to blame:
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The snotty tissues spill out of my robe pockets and over the tops of dozens of wastebaskets in my house forming competitive mounds to compare with the frozen snow hills that landscape my front yard and deck. I am mainlining giant pots of homemade chicken soup, chugging galloons of “ET’s Magic Snot-Extractor…