I have a dirty rotten cold

There's something a bit cosy about having a cold in winter, but it's 10 shades of revolting to catch one in summer.

The kid on the other hand thinks he's having a day of exceptional good fortune because my mischief radar seems to have stopped operating completely, and my reflexes aren't at all what they need to be.

And on that note, there's a clear space on the floor begging me to lay down on it, so later folks.