why, yes, I do believe that is my lung I have coughed up

The joys of working with children.  Children in their natural state tend to be very caring and love to share.  Everything.  Your speeding ticket, your pregnancy, mom and dad fight a lot and dad just moved out, their snack, their story, their germs.  Now, I totally agree that some of this might be overshare, but probably not the ones you think.  Hearing that a child's parents are separating usually explains A LOT of the child's behavior especially if it has been a major shift.  The speeding ticket and germs are definitely overshare.  The speeding ticket, well, that's just a cute story the parent would rather we hadn't heard, but the germs, truly, are over the line and yet they are what are most often and easily given away. 
Not quite all of the eleven Christmas vacations I have had since I started teaching have I been sick, but I would say the odds are stacked that I will be sick.  Throw in an international flight or two, and the chances are pretty good that by the time I get home, I will be a bundle of tired misery. 
Unfortunately, my sister doesn't stock Bushmills or Coke Classic, so no cure last night, and for some reason, I'm pretty sure my mother might frown on my taking such a cure at 8:30 in the morning.  Maybe tonight.  So instead, it's off to the Mall (why not compound the misery?) and then to the hairdressers for cut, color, hands and feet.  And if that doesn't make me feel at least a little better, I'm safe in saying that I'm ripe for the grave.  Another early night tonight and I should be good to go for Christmas.