I woke up sick. Despite our best efforts, it looks like I’ve contracted Tim’s wicked-sore-throat-(soon-to-become-congestion). I have to cancel my massage, and this therapist is about to leave and live on a sailboat. I may not get another chance to see her or say goodbye. I don’t have time to be sick. I have a week to get better before Maryland. At least I’m not already in Maryland. And how I made it through the winter without getting sick is mysterious. If Tim’s course is any indication, the next few days are going to be bad. Ugh.