The morning began well but then the cold I've been fighting off blossomed into full, streaming glory. As I write this Sunday evening, I'm sipping rum and lemon and considering whether I can make it through supper and an episode of VERA (which we are really enjoying) or if I should just go to bed.
I'll be fine -- this, too, shall pass.
I like to believe that there's some good reason for colds -- that they make us stronger in some weird way. Some people say an occasional cold is nature's way of ridding the body of toxins. If that's so, the handkerchiefs I've been using should probably be exorcized, as well as washed.
But it's annoying, just when I was feeling that equinoctial energy flowing, to have it be my nose instead.
