sometime in the dark hours of last night I got hit.
hard.
it started when I realized it hurt to swallow.
then I discovered my head hurt.
next I sniffled.
and came completely awake, stunned.
I was getting a cold.
correction: I'd gotten a cold.
it had me; it was wrapped all over me.
sigh.
sniff.
moan.
I don't do sick very well.
and here's perhaps where I should turn some spiritual wisdom upon myself:
what you resist, persists.
okay, I have a cold, it's the pits, I'm disappointed, and I'll take my tylenol and pray it goes away soon.
sniff. groan.
sigh.
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