It's The Season

Harris caught his first cold yesterday. Started early and got progressively snottier as the day wore on. By 4:00 am this morning he was in our bed, trying to feed and breath through his mouth, which made him gasp like Eraserhead's Baby. Sleep deprived and immune surpressed, the cold made it past my defences and into my nose.

I'm ever so pissed - I rarely get sick.