I made it to work today. I'm not coughing as much as I was, though when I do, it's a doozy. The congestion in my head has arrived. (Whoop. ee.)
Looks like half the people in the office are sick and the other half are going on vacations soon and are avoiding the first half like... well... the plague.
I did come home early and found it a bit hard to get to sleep, though a half-hour before, I felt like I could have slept under the workbench of Hephestus himself. My friend, Stacey, called to make sure I'm still alive, and while she was talking to me, my sister was leaving a similar message on my voicemail. Interestingly, Stacey departed the conversation to answer a call from her best-friend, Mary. Guess it was the opposite of that silent moment at every dinner party when all conversation comes to a coincidental pause.
I am, in fact, alive, though feeling congested and cruddy. Hope you all are doing much better than I am!