So on top of everything else, I've come down with the cold that ate New York. Or rather, the cold that deafened New Yorkers' already selective hearing with its hacking cough and trumpetlike snoring, and drowned the city in unctuous, sticky mounds of mucous from the never-ending supplies in our sinus cavities. Yesterday I slept more than the dog, and the dog sleeps 23.5 hours a day.
Hyperbolic? Never! THIS IS THE WORST COLD I HAVE OR WILL EVER HAVE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. See, even caps weren't enough; I had to use BOLD. BOLD. Think about that. And then, if ...