Finally, this time I'm definitely, surely, must be over my cold. It seems to have dragged on for an inordinately long time and has been both draining and sleep destroying and no its not just a 'Man cold,' but a real snot inducing, sore throat making, headache crippling cold. Madam Vin is still ill and walking around the flat sneezing and coughing but I've been to the gym, wrote several new pages of the 'Gap' project, sent off three book reviews and two short stories to a couple of magazines and feel great.
If England win tonight, everything in the world will be just fine and dandy.
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