Either I'm finally succumbing to the pollen (godDAMN, South, what the HELL?), or I've caught a throat bug. My head feels hot and swollen, just about ready to snap off the twig that is my neck. Swallowing burns and my voice does not want to work. The phone is my nemesis.
And yet, I am working. Because Glenn is still out (the tumor has begun to
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