The persistence of phlegmery

The interesting thing about the Death Blarg is that it's so variable from day to day that it's hard to quantify whether I feel "better" or "worse." On any given day, I might have fever, chills, a sore throat, a raspy cough, no voice, congestion, sneezing, and/or a miserably runny nose--but never all of them at once, and each day one symptom is worse than the others. Like a little teacher's pet spotlight. "Today the Lucky Duck is Hoarse Wheeze!" So better is a matter of personal preference rather than objective judgment. Today it's everything but congestion and the runny nose, and I think I like that combination better, but I'm not sure. It made for an interesting phone interview, that's for sure (quotes for a Geek Out column on Dawn Treader that'll go up on Monday). Sadly, I think I might actually have to wait a little while to see the movie itself, because right now I'd either cough through the whole thing or infect everyone. With great phlegm comes great responsibility.

I mention this in part to explain my posting schedule for Varney, which is: I don't have one. Whenever I've got a 2000-2500 word stretch finished, I'll post it. Our family doctor says that the blarg could persist for four weeks, so I'm just going to put up whatever I have whenever I have it. On the other hand, I'm hoping I can stick to the Secret Life schedule through at least the rest of the month. We may get to a point where I have to stop and take a break to plan out the next few entries. Bear with me, is what I'm saying.

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