The good news is, almost everyone else in our party of nine—and quite a few others who attended the wedding over the weekend (including, a week and a half ago, the bride and groom themselves: this thing has been going around, and around, and around)—has had a nasty intestinal flulike illness.
Why is that good news? Well, simply because I've been waiting for that to hit me—but so far, so good. My sister-in-law also seems to be skating home free.
So I won't complain about a little cold.
I'd be happier if I could buy some cold medicine, but apparently you can only get that at an apotek, and the closest one is 45 minutes away. So I'll be tough like a Norwegian.
And hope that this is the last cold I get this year . . .
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