So I survive all my European (and Asian) adventures with no mishaps, not even falling down once, and as soon as I get back to the good old US of A I get struck down by the common cold.

Damn you cold germs!

The cruel irony of this being my favorite season, and yet the times of colds, is not lost on me. I blame either the long plane ride (over 10 hours), or the freaky people we had to share air with in the Super Shuttle from Dulles.

But I'm functioning sick. I take Dayquil during the day-light hours and knock myself out at night with Alka-Seltzer. My colds usually run a three day course, so I should be back to normal by Thursday! Just in time to go out of town again with my Mom to Williamsburg!