Hack, splutter, wheeze ...

It's me, with the Cough That Ate Christmas. I'm also still kinda deaf, and the nose runs like the garden hose given half a chance. We are now half-way through the third week -- it all began on Friday, the freakin' twelfth of December.

My head is not particularly large, and is generally accepted to be full of brains. How in blazes does it produce so much SNOT?

Wheeze, splutter, hack ...