On the Occassion of Having the Common Cold

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I am a whiny sick person.  I have a low tolerance for pain and, with a young child, a high propensity for getting sick these days.

This time I have a cold.  No fever, no chills.  And I still missed a day of work because there was so much congestion sitting in my sinuses I feared an eruption within my skull (at least that is what it felt like).  Tomorrow will be a week, and I recall an adage to expect a cold to last nine days, “three days coming, three days out and three days going.”  I am now really hoping it IS just a cold.

Because the thing about being sick is all you think about are the things you miss about being healthy.  Aside from just feeling bad physically, I have thought a lot this week about all the things I’ve felt too bad to do.  I not only felt guilt about missing a day in the office, I truly missed my time there.  My work is my oasis of alone time these days.  And it’s there that I get to think about complex legal issues and have much adult interaction.  This week? I think I finally saw every Sesame Street and all the new Olivia’s.

I have also begun planning a vegetable/herb garden.  There is lots to be done before I can get seeds in the ground, and I will take pics along the way and share with you this journey.  Instead, this week was spent in my front lawn pulling all manner of weeds while Sun ran about.  This we did when we felt the air in the house got too stuffy.

I have knit a little this week.  And I continue to struggle with a pattern that I am convinced has a typo.  After hours of doubting whether it wasn’t me with the problem, I think I finally see the error.  I do hope that is the case.  It is so rewarding to learn new things with knitting and to see my level of complexity rise.

I haven’t cooked all week, and I haven’t been reading much either.  Too damn tired.  But I have started Follett’s “The Pillars of the Earth.”  This was given to me for my birthday and MAY just be about done with it at my next birthday!

And so this week has been quiet and tissue-filled. Haha, I didn’t even mean that to be a pun.

But don’t feel too bad for me.  I did manage to pull myself together and see Krewe de Vieux from a prime French Quarter balcony last night.

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