I toddled off to work yesterday with a scratchy throat and a pocket full of cough drops. Last night that turned into the typical “just someone remove my throat already for mercy’s sake” sort of cold. I seriously think something has changed my ability to have a sneezing, dripping cold into a mucous-attacks-the-throat sort of thing.
Well that was too much info probably but there you go. Went back to sleep after calling in and caught up on the sleep I’d lost the last two nights and now I’m up and around. Nothing serious, just a cold. I’ve lots of provisions, lots of tea and coffee supplies and a warm bed plus two cats.
Meanwhile way south of here is getting some ridiculously beautiful powder. You can admire powder snow even if you’re not a skier. It’s easy to shovel and it allows some drifting and sculpting of snow that is very beautiful.
In the meantime I’ll just stay here with my Qwertywriter keyboard (now with option and command keys properly assigned) and a cuppa joe, ready to find what’s out there. I was given info about a local poetry contest to enter but never realized how difficult it is to choose ONE poem to show a group of strangers. How bizarre. Well, will continue to ponder on this.
Bill Collins made it look easy. We enjoyed him and some of his cat tales.