Finally, a diagnosis in the House of Hatrack

I'm making breakfast this morning when WinnieTheWoot comes into the kitchen and gives me her usual affectionate greeting, a boop on the nose with her nose.*

Me: Ooh, your nose is cold.

WtW: Maybe your nose is warm.

Me: So what you're saying is — I'm a sick puppy.

WtW: That's one word for it.

*Don't ask.