My son started it with a mild, generic cold, which my daughter also caught. My husband then joined in with a medium cold, that left him pretty miserable. I’ve now been visited by a cold on steroids, which had me complete incapacitated for the last few hours. This is not what I was talking about when I jokingly envisaged an illness that would keep me bed-bound. I’m feeling a bit better now — as you can tell by the fact that I’m actually typing now — but I don’t know if I’ll work up any enthusiasm for blogging today.
What I will do, though, is move the fascinating Jimmy Carter string up, not because I have anything to add, but because the conversation that has developed there is so fascinating, I’d hate for it to get lost in time.