A Storm of a Different Kind

December 18, 2007

My cough is better, but I woke up at 4:00 a.m. with congestion and a sore throat. Won’t the fates just leave me alone?! It’s like a storm coming in, I can just feel it. You know how you can see a storm coming in, dark clouds looming on the horizon, the air is thick and you can taste the coming rain? That’s just how I feel. I can feel the cold swirling around in my head, not quite settled in yet. But I know it’s going to hit by tomorrow.

Joe is coming over tonight; I’m glad, because my Christmas lights need fixed! He wasn’t quite finished putting them up when the ice storm hit, and the ice and wind knocked some of the lights out of place. Last night he stayed with his mom; she’s feeling lonesome and a little down, he says. She’s widowed and Joe’s her only family, as far as I know. While her power was out (which it was for 5 days) he stayed with her, keeping the house warm and lighted, and taking her out to eat and basically seeing to it that she was taken care of (like a good son should).

I didn’t feel like staying home in spite of my oncoming cold, or sinus infection, or whatever it is. I felt well enough to go sit at my desk rather than sit on the couch watching TV. At lunch Pamela gave me a Theraflu that she had. I drank that, and I feel right as rain now. Oh, it made me a little drowsy. But I feel almost good as new. Maybe I should take my mom's age-old advice and gargle with hot salt water.