Hot Dates and Colds

It's probably just as well none of my 3 dates on Valentine's Day yesterday (one of them with my great-aunt who is going to be 92 next week) were of the body-fluid-exchanging kind as I woke up with a runny nose and sore throat this morning. I like to think that I haven't succumbed to the killer virus that has kept my boss and most of my colleagues in thrall for the last weeks, but am just nsuffering the aftermath of a train compartment with cold instead of hot air blowing out of its air conditioning unit. We'll see.