I caught a cold. Yuck.  The green mucousy gross in your chest can’t talk or sing (ACK) kind.  I must get rid of it by Sunday.  Planina is singing at the Taste of Colorado and I really want to perform.  Urg.  Because I am sick, I pretty much passed out on the couch while the kids (TV zombies) watched cartoons.  Sadly, I dreamed I was sick.  So much for my imaginative subconscious.  In my dream, I couldn’t breathe so I woke up (in my dream) and my mom was there telling me it was ok.  Then I really woke up.  And was sad.  Read into that, huh?