Four out of five members of my family are now sick with deep coughs, sore throats, stuffed noses, and pounding heads. Against all odds given the number of times I've been coughed on by children who possess uncanny aim and incomplete covering-their-mouths skill, I still cling to complete health.
According to my husband, I am "hanging tough," which automatically conjured deeply-buried recollections of awkwardly dancing and singing New Kids On the Block songs during recess in fifth grade at the tennis courts behind my middle school.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH! I'm hanging tough.
Still, I'll take it. On this January day, I hope that you're hanging tough, too.