Blech.

I like to run, it makes me smile;
I think I'll go another mile!

Some nasty little lung-critterbeast has moved into my chest. It is heavy, fluidy, and causes a painful cough. It also renders speech impossible in the mornings.

Allen is getting a kick out of this. Allen is my buddy - except when I'm mad at him. Allen is a 6'7 Eagle Scout. He's the tech guy for the BMC Choir. Very useful person to have around - except when I'm mad at him. He's completely exploiting the fact that he can talk and I can't.

Jerk.

We'll see if this wrecks running, or just continues making it difficult. I have a goal to hit this week, so I'm hoping for the latter. Actually, I'm just hoping it goes away.

Do not want!