It's going to be 100 degrees today, and I am covered in blankets, drinking hot chamomile and snuggling with a hot water bottle. Yes, I have the flu, and no, I don't care what kind it is. It's just the flu, and it stinks. Period (and yes, I'm on that, too).
Under "normal" circumstances, I would still be chasing after the Little Guy in this condition
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