Here’s a fun little quiz — Are you Yankee or Dixie?

Apparently I’m 79% Dixie, which is pretty shocking, since it was actually one point higher than my dad’s score! (For those who don’t know, my dad’s voice can best be described as a fairly dead-on impression of Foghorn Leghorn, the rooster from “Looney Tunes”.) I guess the years I’ve spent outside of the south have yet to really rub off on me. Who knew? I’m slightly comforted by the fact that my brother is more Dixie than me, at 82%. But that makes sense, as he has the thickest southern accent of anyone in our family.

In other news, the cold is now bronchitis. I went to the doctor yesterday & got some antibiotics. Fun stuff. I’m feeling a little better — the congestion has mostly moved out of my nose and further into my head, so I have a horrible headache, but I can breathe. I consider this to be a slight improvement. Still, it’s amazing how much this has killed my energy level in such a short time. I was in bed last night at 8:45. Now it’s Friday night & my only plans are to watch last night’s episode of “ER” (which I taped, because I was asleep) and then go back to bed. How sad is that?