I want my mommy

I have a cold. This is what happens to a teacher's spouse. They bring these things home and share them. Do they ever bring home cupcakes? No they do not. But they bring home viruses, plagues, and in some extreme cases, cooties.

If my sad, pathetic, wilted fingers are ever strong enough , and if my lungs ever allow me to take a deep breath again, then I will blow out the candles on my pity party cupcake and write you another Sahara tale. For now, I must practice my best imitation of a grouchy, fat, old bear.