Dual Colds
Marti and I both have colds; I’ve been nursing one for months, and was almost better before our Christmas trip. Marti got a cold (mine?) while traveling back from North Carolina (5 hours on a plane from Detroit to Phoenix = torment of Hades). Since we left at 7 a.m. and I was totally neurotic about getting to the airport (we traveled by air just a few weeks after 9/11/2001 and spent 2 hours inching through security, nearly missing our flight) we got up at 4:15 a.m. That’s 2:15 a.m. Tucson time, folks. We got home at 8 p.m. Tucson time. It was a very, very long day.
Needless to say, our diet of fudge and Dr. Pepper over the holidays didn’t help, and we are both very sick. Marti has mostly been a trooper, but I still have to post this video. The first time I saw it, I nearly died of laughter, and Marti was chagrined enough that he actually made me tea and soup the next time I was sick. May you have as much luck with your beloved; and now may I present: The “Man-cold.”