Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Having a Head Cold

Hating a Head Cold

I have a bad cold. Yesterday my nose started running like a faucet. I took some Nyquil got in bed and began riding out the storm. It got worse in the night and this morning my lips are swollen and I look like a Neanderthal. I am one old and ugly looking dude.

On the plus side I did get one uplifting review on my poem “Love on a Platter.” Don’t hear much on that one and it’s one of my favorites. It shows the value of persistence. Then I read Karen’s weekly Newsletter and as always she does a good job with it and the other instructors provide such good input.
When I have a cold and fever, I have particularly vivid dreams. I dreamed I was back in college and while having aged in the dream I was not beset by any of the infirmities. Everybody was saying nice things (Very unusual in my dreams) and I would have none of it….Told them if they wanted the accolades to take them and leave me alone. Then I started sneezing and the floodgates of my sinuses opened and I really felt miserable. This morning is better. I took some antihistamine and am returning to some semblance of normality.

The sun is shining outside and soon I will have to get up, dressed and go out and stoke the stove. Missed a blog yesterday and I hate it when that happens. Still since most of my readers don’t drop by every day I don’t think that anyone but Karen notices. She is a sharpie.

Yesterday morning a student had to remind me to open my lesson for the week. Why am I ‘fessing to the world all my shortcomings….Never used to do that… Kept them to myself and became indignant when others pointed them out… Now I admit them like some geek looking for absolution…..”Forgive me readers, I have sinned… I forgot my blog…. I forgot the windshield appointment at Pfeiffer’s. “Is that pitiful or what? Who wants to hear that drivel?

More tomorrow. See ya.