It feels like I living in light house with that stupid light flashing around me, completely surrounded by fog and haze. Being sick is just no fun, and now it's been thrice. Is that a word? Connor and I ended up running around the basement like a couple of imbeciles for our mile run. It was just too cold for the condition we are in. Both of us has this nasty head cold that's kicking our butts. I took a decongestant something or other and went to class. It felt good to get out of the house, but I always feel bad for doing so because we might get someone else sick. I made it appoint not to shake hands with anyone. Thank goodness for bowing. Connor really needed to get in more sparring classes. Poor kid looked terrible coming home. I thought he was actually doing better, but not so much. Another dad of the year award coming my way. Hopefully this virus won't hang out much longer. Thank the Lord it's going to warm up this weekend. Hope you all are staying healthy.