I have a cold.
Not bad. Just the standard assortment of sore throat, mildly burning eyes, and sneezes. Still, it’s kind of funny how even a trivial bug can dominate one’s consciousness.
Ah well, everything’s more clearly seen in bas-relief, and health is all the better for an occasional hiccup. Here’s to getting better, and the invention of fleece sweatshirts that zip all the way up. As it happens, I’ve lemons on the counter, honey in the cupboard, and, despite my mother’s New England High WASP suspicion of feel-better medicine, aspirin in the bathroom. All will be well.
Have a wonderful weekend everybody.