I blow my nose for the hundredth time today. The depressing cycle of getting up, blowing my nose, and sitting back down only to have to repeat in a few minutes seems excessive. My “Rudolph” cherry red and dry nose is returning and with it comes a puffy face, a bad cough, and as my brother so kindly put it, the Darth Vader voice. I can feel my sickness returning from a part ear infection that took place only a few short weeks ago. The miserableness that no amount of Ben and Jerry’s or Frosty Boy ice cream can heal is consuming me, and it is not welcomed. Hopefully, at least by tomorrow, the cold medicine will have done it’s supposed job.