I’m just com­ing off a mod­er­ate cold I’ve had for the last week. All the clas­sic symp­toms — runny, stuffy nose, con­ges­tion, slight headache, yel­low phlegm — but oddly enough, barely a hint sore throat. It’s been unpleas­ant to say the least.

A lit­tle while ago, Tiana wrote “I look in the bowl after to see how impres­sive it was. I’m pretty sure you do too”.

This cold has made me real­ize that I not only look in the bowl (I’m sure Freud would diag­nose us as being fix­ated in the anal stage of psy­cho­sex­ual devel­op­ment), but I open my Kleenex after blow­ing in it as well, to check for dis­coloured mucus, phlegm, blood, or bits of brain that may have escaped through my nose.