Cold

It really, really sucks to sort-of have a cold. I mean, at least a real, proper cold or an influenza is unambiguous: you have it or you don't. If you have it you're sick and you're not going to do anything but feel sorry for yourself until you get better.

But a sort-of cold isn't a proper disease. You feel sluggish and tired, and your throat is just painful enough to be annoying. But you're not really sick; you can still go about your day, you can still get things done. Of course, just because you can do stuff it doesn't mean it gets done quickly or well.

I've been under the weather for a couple of days now, and today it's evolved into this dreaded sort-of cold. I've dragged my sorry behind around work all day with my head feeling like its filled with cotton wool. With my luck this'll probably linger on into next week, never really erupting into a proper illness, but not going away either.

Seems it's going to be one of those winters.