Sometimes, Mrs. HM Is Almost Too Stupid To Live

Thursday, I got a late start (even for me) on my town trip. It was around 4:00, and the afternoon sun was bright. After my second stop for tickets, I reached for my sunglasses, the $3 plastic pair from Save A Lot. They ride on the lower console area where I stash my scratchers if I'm not ready yet to write my two-letter code on the back when I purchase them.

Dang it! There was a white spot on the right lens. I took them off and rubbed at it briefly while I was driving. Still there. I couldn't use both hands to wipe them with my shirttail. Just hold them while the heel of my right hand steered T-Hoe, and dab at them with my finger and thumb from the other hand. But that spot wasn't coming off. I licked my thumb and finger to try again.

NOOOOOO!!!

I had touched the counter of the Gas Station Chicken Store, and the counter of the School-Turn Casey's with my hands! Sweet Gummi Mary! I might as well have licked my tongue all along those counters!

I hope I will survive. Just now, at 11:54 p.m., I coughed up some foamy stringy phlegm that either drained down from my sinuses, or clawed itself up from my lungs. I know it's too soon for my possibly terminal infection to show symptoms... right?