Well, this week’s column is certainly one of those where it’s less than fortunate that I tend to write about happenings from my own life, as I’ve been feebly battling some sort of surprise, mystery flu for the better part of a week at this point. With any luck, the wise and knowledgeable weather sages will be correct with their predictions and this weekend will bring us some desperately needed relief from this unfathomable cold that I’m officially blaming for this aching ailment of mine!
For those of you who are also facing mucus monsters of the malignant kind and prefer a little company for your collective misery, here are even a few more sick-centric columns that I’ve written over the years – may all of my runny noses and crippling back injuries bring a smile to your congested face nonetheless during times of your own unending yuckiness…
Yours in Kleenexes, Dry Toast, and NyQuil,
- Sc *sneeze* … ehhh, Scott
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