Yucky funk

I've acquired some sort of yucky funk, in which my head is clogged beyond all belief, my throat is a raw pit and my voice is a rugged chalkboard scratch.
I'm staying home today with lots of Vit C, warm tea and the plans to get my name finally changed over.

In other news, Maybe-Baby got out last night and hasn't come home yet. I'm hoping she's just holed up in some kind person's kitchen.