I didn't write yesterday because my cold was worse. It was officially a cold yesterday because my voice sounded funny. It is officially a cold today because my mom asked, over the phone, if I had a cold.
But I'm getting better. Of course I am. I may not have accomplished any large project, but I got lots of small ones done. Check me out.
I made lunch for BrilliantEditor and took it to him when he was outside putting tarry junk on the driveway. I cleaned Spring's ears. I decided where to put my garden path and where to move the roses that grow but are eaten in their current locale. I did one and a half loads of laundry. Half: The dogs' toys are sopping wet in the washing machine. I'm glad there's a window. Then they can play games like, "I spy with my little eye". They can also plot ways to escape. But they're wet and much heavier than they're used to being. I'm betting they're going to get caught.
Every time I get an ailment, I'm always a little kooky about it. I say out loud that everything's fine, that it's just a cold. But inside I wonder if it's malaria or carpal tunnel syndrome or hemophilia. Then I drink some Echinacea tea and I'm all better.
I may have to go find some more things to quietly worry about. They're the interesting bit of having a cold.
Posted by dotty at September 26, 2003 09:28 PM