A sign to wash the contagion from my sheets.
Then I got downstairs and discovered the mess. (please note the bottle of Chlorox in the background... assume that it was sideways and leaking when I found it.)
Apparently my sweet pooch who remains upstairs hiding in the bathroom at the moment decided to have a temper tantrum.
At least I am not having olfactory hallucinations...
Oh, and taking a cough and cold pill that lasts for 4 hours might get you TO sleep, but it won't keep you there. Tonight? I am going full metal Nyquil! I need to be functional again.