So, it's been Snowmageddon in my area (again), so I have been shoveling like mad in the cold and dry for a couple of days. So waking up in the morning with a sore throat wasn't all that surprising. Probably not a big deal, I'll check myself with the pulse oximeter after breakfast.

I make myself a cup of medicinal tea and zombie my way through a bowl of cereal, before Dad asks me about the tea.

Dad: Is that caffeinated?

Me: Nah, it's slippery elm. My throat is bugging me.

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For what was supposed to be >1000 words of slapstick so I could get auto-approval for the Who Crossed Over Contest, this one certainly took a life of its own.

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