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This is the time of year when, if you're me, you start getting nervous, start holding your breath and crossing your fingers that you'll go just one more day without hearing those devestating words: strep throat.
We haven't officially heard them yet, but everyone in my office is down with fever, headache and severe sore throat, and as usual, I seem to have it worse than anyone.
Which is a shame, because if I felt better I would be devoting this time and space to telling you all amusing anecdotes from last week's big meeting. Instead, I will promise you all that I'm alive, mostly well, and will regale you with blog posts galore as soon as my torrid affair with Nyquil and Vapo-rub concludes.
We haven't officially heard them yet, but everyone in my office is down with fever, headache and severe sore throat, and as usual, I seem to have it worse than anyone.
Which is a shame, because if I felt better I would be devoting this time and space to telling you all amusing anecdotes from last week's big meeting. Instead, I will promise you all that I'm alive, mostly well, and will regale you with blog posts galore as soon as my torrid affair with Nyquil and Vapo-rub concludes.