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November 18, 2001
Sore throat. Mucus flowing like Niagra. I ache. Dropped my regular coffee run and started up with tea. Soothed it with lots of honey. As much as I try and deny it, I’m getting sick. But damn it, I’ll battle this every possible moment.

That flu shot didn’t make me invincible.

She told me on Saturday that she’d been ill. I’ll have to blame her contagious self for spreading those germs to me. But I hadn’t put in my calendar anything resembling an illness. My schedule’s not equipped to handle itchy noses and long pauses trying to re-focus my brain.