It’s official. I think I have “the funk”. If it’s possible to OD on orange juice, I’m there.

While I was standing in line at the grocery store yesterday, the man behind me was coughing…and sneezing…and coughing…and coughing. I’m surprised his head didn’t explode. Now, I kinda wish it would have…BUT only because he refused to cover his mouth and exaggerated every Ahhhh-Chewww as if he was intentionally trying to infect everyone within 3 miles with his germs. I tried to get as far away from him as possible, but he would quickly reposition himself directly behind me with every step I made. Hopefully I’ll rebound in a couple of days.