We have a cold. A light cold, but still a cold.
Before I became proactive, my vision was unprintable, and my cough was truly an ugly thing. I couldn’t even read. The Great Geezer has gone to work each day. At least he hasn’t gone to sleep at his computer. I have. He’s weak, shaky, and grumpy. Poor guy. I was that way last week.
This month I will take a token for a lot of years clean and sober. Daughter Margot is baking me a cake. I may be prickly like that Aruban cactus with my common cold, but I am also blooming.