Sorry about the honking. I remember having the worst cold of my life, and it happened to coincide with my daughter’s wedding week. People tell of things that happened there that I still don’t remember thanx to the cold medicine.

5 words. 

Puff’s Plus.  Vicks Vapor Rub.

THANKS!  Did you have to send this summer cold over the internet?  Thanks a bunch!!  Woke up at 4AM, could not breathe.  My nose is so stuffed up and I am beginning to sound like a foghorn myself.  I don’t ever get winter colds, never mind summer ones!!  And have company here from NC so was on the go all day yesterday--did the Rockport, Gloucester, Marblehead, Essex thing and am leaving in about a half hour to go in and run around the city all day (in the rain!!).  Then out to dinner in Nashua tonight.  Just thanks Kate thanks a bunch!!

Try those Zinc lozenges - they’re supposed to work very well - or you could move to Sunny Florida.  I haven’t had a cold in half a decade!

Um.... I think I will pass on stopping over this weekend Sorry you are sick! Well at least you don’t have to worry about missing any out door fun in the sun for the next couple of days. Rain and more rain.

Oh uggh guys. The ‘I don’t feel bad’ part is no longer true. Now I feel really rotten.

I’m sorry, Cyn. Didn’t meanta send it to you. I hope yours doesn’t end up like mine. This is kind of a lousy day for sight-seeing. Between the fog and rain, you’ll be lucky to see anything.

Fogg, thanks for stopping by. I like Florida and all, but it’s hot there in the summer. I’m already complaining about how hot it’s getting here in the summer. On the other hand, I half suspect that it’s the huge variance in temperatures from one day to the next that is upsetting the applecart. On Tuesday it was 97° and on Wednesday it was 73°.

Pablo, that’s a sad story. Papas are supposed to be alert so they can enjoy that walk down the aisle (well, theoretically, anyway) and all the subsequent festivities. What rotten luck. At least you have pictures and secondhand accounts to help fill in the gaps.

J, no you definitely don’t want to come here this weekend. You don’t want this. One of these weekends, however, we do have to make a trip to IKEA. We must.

The lad seems to be in much better shape. He spent the night over at a friend’s house. They were busy mixing CDs and such. He called this morning and said I sounded horrible and wondered if he could get me anything on the way home. Yes, Nyquil. I’m going to sleep my way through this. Bless his heart. He brought home the largest bottle he could find. Along with a big bag of mentholated cough drops and a box of dark chocolate. What a cool kid!