I thought I was almost over my cold. And then this weekend we had some unusually cold weather (it hailed twice)and my cold was like "you know, I have a great host. I think I'll stay, and perhaps double my efforts to render my host useless." And I was like "Doh, you better nod" which is cold language for "No, you better not" but the cold just laughed and sunk it's claws deeper into my sinuses. I'm combatting it with oranges, lots of liquids, and the white man's cure for the plague: 7-up and chicken noodle soup. Perhaps I will win the struggle. Only time will tell.