Almost as excellent is that I have one moar work day remaining for the year! Yay!

Much, much less excellent is that Joe/Frank and I seem to be coming down with colds. This is so very much NotYay! I cannot even say.

Poor Joe/Frank is much sicker than I and has taken to his bed red-nosed, glassy-eyed and full of spoot.

I am trying to ward cold off with a combination of alcohol, denial, vitamins², positive-thinking and drugs.

Because I am employing the positive-thinking, I am confident there is sufficient time remaining for this to resolve itself and for us to be glowing with vitality when we fly out.