I've been hearing a lot of that.
"How you doin?"
"Ugh, I've got the crud."
"I'll send flowers. Later, dood."
Not a lot of sympathy from me because I know I'm next on the Crud List. That's the way it goes. Hear a sneeze. Then two. Then 20. Then it becomes a sneezefest. That is until your ears plug up and your head feels like a balloon filled with not-quite-set Jell-o.
I don't want any part of that. And, usually, I'm successful at avoiding the Crud. Wash hands frequently, keep a healthy (ha ha) distance from sick looking people and avoid touching things plague victims have touched.
Oh, and live in my car for the duration of the winter. Yeah, that, too.