Been sick since Wednesday. Ditched church today but was alert enough to compose the following.
The best thing about writing when you're ill is that if it's really crummy - and I fear that this is - you can claim your words are the result of feverish or drug-induced delusions.
Sniff - sneeze - groan - cough - moan
Head hurts, throat hurts, skin hurts, oh!
cough, cough - moan - cough, groan.
Cough syrup, hot tea
Blankets, pillows, puzzles, books
Fresh box of "Puffs"...
Just can't find the will
To change the radio dial;
NPR pledge drive.
Yet as troubles go,
Not big. To sit still and do
Not much seems a gift.
1 comment:
What an awful time of the year to have the Wheeezes. I'm in Indiana. Hot and humid here. Alice mowed the grass between showers. Got wet.
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