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The past six months have been a veritable feth-ti-bal (said with a mincing lisp) of illness for Alex and myself. Both of us developed recurring colds and sore throats starting in mid-October, and both of us have been subjected to periodic flare-ups of same that include low-grade fever (you know - temperature elevated just enough to make you feel like crap, but not enough to justify missing work to get much-needed rest) and severe head congestion. We're both dealing with just such flare-ups right now. I'm truly miserable as I sit here writing. The misery is somewhat offset by my excitement at the fact that we take possession of our new Virginia-Highlands apartment this afternoon, but I'm also irritated that I feel just crummy enough to spoil the normal new-home-decorating buzz I've been looking forward to. Oh don't get me wrong. I'm still going to tackle the new place with tape measure and sketch pad, figuring out creative ways to position our furniture and configure my new studio space. But the sore throat, the fever, the extreme head congestion all take a lot of the fun out of it. Meh.