It started as an annoying sore throat and body aches. But I refused to get sick. I hate colds. I hate how they linger. So I kept going, refusing to be sick. Last Friday, on our way home from our walk, Miles and I got caught in a downpour. I think getting soaked pushed me over the edge. The better half made me a big pot of tomato soup for the next few days. It’s delicious. I wish you all well and I’ll be back in a few days. The couch, a blanket, and some soup are calling my name.