I was emptying the dishwasher this morning when I felt it: the first teensy twinge of a sore throat.

It invited some of its friends later today, when the occasional dry, itchy cough moved in. I'm fighting.

So I took a shower, and my shampoo has chamomile (A totally organic experience, it's a girl thing), and we bought toilet paper with chamomile as well, just in case the sore throat travels that far. I found it amusing that there is toilet paper out there enhanced with aloe. We bought some, in case Erik has a chapped ass about anything. The sore throat, hereafter let's name him Oscar, has brought a headache in to play.

There's a monster outside my window. Can I have a glass of water?