I’ll tell you.
Worse than death.
Like death that came back to life and then died again.
Just in time for my favorite holiday, I have been struck down in my prime with what I’ve been told by the doctor is a chest infection. I have to admit I am quite proud to say that I have a chest infection, since I’m pretty sure Faith was starting to think I was faking my horrendous cough in order to lie on the couch and have her bring me glasses of orange juice all day. She smiles to my face, but I heard whispers of “manflu