Seasonal Blues

It never fails. It is as inevitable as the tide, taxes, and death. It strikes unexcpectedly, yet I can be sure that it will come every year. Every year, for at least one week, I am sick as a dog, usually due to a cold or sinus reaction. Not sick as in "sick enough to miss courses but enjoy myself", but rather bedridden and miserable. The most I can do is complan, and hope it goes away as soon as possible. Tired and weary, AIWAC