coughing like Catherine Earnshaw, only without a corset to compensate

All the ambitious posts, friendly phone calls, and actual fiction writing I was planning to do this week have been delayed due to Surprise Bronchitis. I was the only one apparently surprised by Surprise Bronchitis. Hodge has been telling me to go to the doctor for a week, and when I called my mom and said "I've got bronchitis" she said, "Yeah no kidding." I pretty much had myself convinced it was an allergy attack: a prolonged, exhausting, extreme allergy attack. Fortunately my denial crumbled beneath Hodge's irritating nagging.

In any case, phone calls and comments and e-mails are still owed and will probably be owed until next week. Blame my lungs.