Sniffle, Sniffle, HACK

Sniffle, Sniffle, HACK! That's what I heard behind me at church on Ash Wednesday... and that is what I now sound like this weekend. Seriously folks, if you are sick, God will know and won't mind if you pray from home! Hanging out on the couch with a wicked sore throat, box of kleenex, and my Illini blanket was not exactly what I had planned for my weekend. Breathing through both sides of my nose is highly overrated anyway. I didn't even drink any wine out of the community cup (that's like begging for germs this time of year)! All well- this is what I get for bragging to Nancy a week ago how I haven't been sick at ALL this winter.
Nick made me some of his magic vegetable soup last night, which is why I feel slightly better today. A few more bowls, and I'll be feeling fine! My goal is to keep my germs to myself...