After about eight days, finally recovered from the pseudo-flu bouncing from office to office at work. Very glad that bout of discomfort ended well, for between whatever I had and the Poet’s bronchitis, at night the bedroom doubled as an echo chamber for hacking coughs. Both of us feel much better now. Was even able to lace a beat up pair of running shoes and hit the trails yesterday, in the middle of a storm. Cold rain on bare skin felt much better than I remembered.

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