It is now four days into the New Year, and I haven't run once yet.
This is due to the cold that has settled into my lungs, which seems intent on creating a homestead on which its grandcolds can thrive.
Of course, this coincides neatly with the beautiful 0C weather we're having, so I'm pretty bitter about this.
There is also the matter of missing a boatload of work, being up all night due to coughing, and pondering sleeping on the couch so I don't wake Ragnar.
If this continues into tomorrow, I'm going to the medical clinic. I'm sick of this shit.
