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I am slowly getting over a cold my sister gave me.  The first few days I was coughing like mad because of the slime being poured by my nazal passages down the back of my throat, punctuated by the stomach overloading and prayer at the porcelin throne.  My mind's slowly clearing from the zombie-like state, and I'm trying to put in more sleep. 

Thankfully, it didn't stop me from taking care of the kitties next door for my neighbor.  The cats know me, and I have a key for them, so it saves the neighbors some cash with boarding.