This. Is. Not. Fair.
All three of us are sick. We are leaving Monday morning to go to San Antonio. And we are all sick. Stuffy, runny noses (and how is it possible for a nose to be both things at the same time?), sneezing, 1-ton brick sitting on the old sinuses sick.
I’m hoping we shake it before departure time . . . but as busy as I’ll be the next couple of days, I just don’t see how.