The darned flu symptoms are back. PHOOEY.

Last night, the Flyers won Game 7 in overtime. Talk about nerve-wracking! But when that puck went in, both Mark and I yelled loudly enough to be heard in the next ZIP code. Joy to the world, we're going to the next round! :o)

BUT... hours later, my throat was sore. I thought, "Dang, I know I yelled, but I didn't think I was cheering THAT loudly that it should hurt this long."

Well, this morning I woke up with a sore throat AND two earaches. There's no such thing as a cheer so loud that it could cause an earache the next day. So PHOOEY. Something else is going on here.

Time for another round of "Zicam is my friend".