A tiny bit of a bug
has taken up residency in my skull
wreaking havoc on my thoughts
and creating a misfit of actions.
I spent the entire day (yesterday) wrapped in blankets
thinking it was Monday,
letting my helpless laundry go stagnant in the washer.
I ate soup, took naps, vegged on a movie
and read books when my brain allowed the words to appear normal.
I whined, I complained.
I drank kombucha, ate garlic and flushed my system
with as much fluid as my bladder could handle (and then some).
If I don't attack the cold, the cold attacks me
and I will end up with bronchitis (again) or worse,
pneumonia (which I have had three times).
Woke this morning to progress.
That little bug is packing his bags.
Eviction process is in full swing.
I'm sparing you any pictures.
My apologies for the lack of substance in this post. Guess I just missed it here and wanted to say, "Hello Friends! I miss you!"