Augh.

Just when our Snowpocalypse-induced isolation has finally, finally come to an end? I'm coming down with the truly horrendous cold that's had Colin miserable for the past few days. I felt exhausted and low on cope all day, and as evening began my throat started to feel raw and I realized where the exhaustion was coming from.

Michael is making me tea. Once I've drunk it, I'm going to bed. And boy am I looking forward to spending the night with a sick demanding baby, feeling the same way myself.

Augh.