Who's asking: My Aunt Kit
Bad. Or rather, my cold is flourishing; I am miserable. Going back to bed with a bottle of Robitussin and my box of Kleenex. I just read that Lester Bangs died of a cold -- sort of -- it might have been the cold, or it might have been the combination of Darvon and Valium he treated himself with.
I have no Darvon and no Valium, but I'm taking no chances with the cold. If I feel better, I might put up a bonus post tomorrow.