By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 12, 2017 I have a cold and haven’t slept well the past few nights. Dreams have been frequent and vivid and not at all restful – last night vaguely Viking men singing opera carried a dead man on his shield around my bed at seemingly hourly intervals. It’s easy enough to trace the origin of that dream to NyQuil and fever. The same sources may be responsible for my choosing Ozzy Osbourne lyrics as a pos...
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