I think my dad picked it up somewhere on Skye, but fortunately, my mom and I only got sick on the day we got back. I don't know what's happened, but my immune system has really gone downhill since moving to Berlin. This is at least my fourth time being sick this year. Weakling!
But yes. One of the great mysteries of the world: where is all this mucus coming from? Where does my body store this huge supply of mucus? I wish I could just find . . . ok, right. Enough of that.
Anyway, I'll end this mucous topic with a wonderful Calvin and Hobbes strip:
Bonne journée!
