Mommy, I can't bweathe...

Grand exhalation...the cold has manifested itself, I couldn't breathe last night and feel cotton-headed this morning, stuffed with batting like a plush toy. Pass that sudafed.
Got my mother over to Hair with Flair for her weekly Do. We did a shortish walk, then she had lunch.
I scourged my ass out to get an abbreviated run, workout for core and legs, then back home to collapse. No noticable brain activity.
made a sort of checiken soupish stew, went to bed with my current book; sort of into it at the moment.