Dear Cold

Dear Cold,

It's that time. Time to tell you that you've overstayed your welcome. It's understandable that some sniffles will come to visit this time of year. I accept that. However, it is time for you to go. One day of staying in and refighting World War II with The History Channel is fine, sometimes even fun, but I'm reaching the cabin fever point. You're like the leftovers in the back of my refrigerator (I really should toss those) that are starting to smell. I've got things to do, and you're just slowing me down, so it's time for you to get out of my life.