It has been relentlessly cold, wet and blustery.
So my cold has decided to decided to stay a little while longer – just to be neighborly. My lungs would have it otherwise, but what are two voices against vast colonies of bacilli?
I'm still coughing. And now I'm beginning to sneeze again.
Long ago my parents took a picture of me – nine years old, bedridden with a cold and utterly miserable:
I see a look of accusation here; which I have now. Someone gave this cold to me. Someone couldn't be bothered to wash his/her hands. Or cover their mouth. Whose infected spittle misted the air that I passed through? Was it someone in North Hollywood – at the coffeeshop where Boyfriend and I had breakfast? Or at the market where we went later that same day – almost four weeks ago? Who was it in Las Vegas that neatly pushed me off the road to recovery?
Whoever you are…I hope you sleep well.