The ref has called a "delay of game." That's right, Katrina pulled out sports jargon.
October 11th is no longer the magic date. The countdown has ceased.
I have the rhinovirus.
We, common folk, call it a cold. My cold was wicked enough to set me back on treatment. LAME. I feel like I'm running a race on a treadmill with the finish line being right beyond the machine. But what's not LAME is that my treatment and tests are going so well that my MDs are OK with the delay. I love when silver linings shine through.
A delay even in my schedule... que sera, sera. I will just bop back and forth from Madison a few more times. Nothing's keeping me from moving in with my man!
Me too Audrey, me too.
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