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Off-Season

The English language is a fickle mistress. Take, for example, the use of the word "summer" in common phrases. "Summer house." "Summer fling." The connotation is clear: these items are less substantial, less meaningful, smaller and easier to clean than the Real Thing. Something fun and frivolous that the privileged get to add to their leisurely lives.

This is why the Summer Cold that is currently making my life unpleasant seems so unfair. It means business. It is in no way less of a hassle than your typical winter cold. In fact, I venture to say that it might even be worse: since Boston is currently suffering from a humid spell nearly as bad as New York's, I seem to have lost track of where my suffering ends and the world begins. The moisture that permeates every aspect of our lives seems simply to have crawled into my sinuses. As I am sweaty without, so I am snotty within. Moving, even the least little bit, now results in a drippy nose and wheezy cough that parallel the customary torrent of sweat. There's no part of me that is free from some kind of unattractive fluid assault.

I have no pretty way to wrap this up; I really just wanted to warn you that entries may be sparse while I battle the mucousy terror. Gotta rest up, get all better for the upcoming premiere of Freddy Vs. Jason, which coincidentally falls on Blogatron's birthday. Oh, don't be silly. No need to get us anything much. Well, if you really want to pick up a little something...

P.S. Note to mom: NO, it is not SARS, or West Nile Virus. No it's not. Because I just know, that's why!

Posted by hilatron at August 12, 2003 06:31 PM