Under Pressure

Sinus pressure, that is.

I’m sick.¬†Symptoms may have been exacerbated by the other day’s nearly hour-long trudge through snow and sleet, but that’s purely speculation. Regardless, since my body has decided to be an incubus of viral plague (slow clap for¬†The Devil Wears Prada), I’m taking advantage of this down time to write.

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