As I write this, I’m sitting on the totally comfortable, probably patented, Candy Cane Inn’s bed.

In the dark.  Just the glow of my trusy laptop lighting the room.

Why do you ask it like this?  When I’m so close to what many proclaim to be “The Happiest Place on Earth?”

I have a cold.

Why?  Why does it seem like a get a cold when we’re getting ready to do something fun and exciting?  The last cold I had I can document back to December.  Not a bad run, actually.

Is it because I work from home, and when my delicate bodily immune systems are placed mono y mono against other people, my body turns over and gives up?

Is it because I’m placed outside my element?  Staying up late, probably not getting the patented Straley 12 hour sleep program?

Or is it that the health diet of hamburgers and delicious fries (a patented icedlatte.com diet) just isn’t giving me what I need?

Well, it’s probably a little of all the above, I’m thinking.  Of course, as I write this, I”m hopped up on Tylenol Cold nighttime edition.   Which, I have to admit, just doesn’t seem to be doing it’s job.

In other words, I should be sleeping right now.  For in a few hours, I too will be entering “The Happiest Place on Earth”; either with a stuffy nose, or whatever other ailment the Allmighty throws my way.