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I hate being sick. This is the second cold in two months. Usually I'm sick like once per year. At first I thought it was just allergies. Not so. I'm going on day 8, and finally starting to feel less dopey. Last week I lost my voice completely, and had just a squeaky whisper. And I think I've sneezed about a hundred times over the last few days. I'm trying to do the mind over matter thing. This morning I took Riley to the English Point trails for a hike. It was wonderful. The weather was perfect, and he had a blast. I think there isn't a single leave that he hasn't peed on. Then I got to cough and hack all the way home. Fun.