Yes. Yes I am. I am making snorkey sounds, snorting snorkey snorts, and being, in general, the kind of mucous-filled and sinus-challenged mammal I imagine a snorkey to be.
I have a cold, a head cold, a vigorous head cold, a vivacious and vibrantly vigorous head cold. My head is, perforce, become like unto a huge and sodden receptacle for sullenly brain-deadening viscous fluids. I believe I shall go to bed, and make an attempt to climb up the evolutionary ladder again tomorrow morning.
*You'll have to check with dr_whuh about actual Snorkeys, him being the household's definitive Beanie and Cecil authority. *snerk* (Or is that *snork*? Heh. I amuse myself.)