Hazard of the Season

I hate having a cold...being sick is such a waste of time. And I hate the concept of it "only" being a cold. As if one isn't feeling -- and looking -- like the dog's breakfast.

I didn't get a cold in my singing voice, however, so I was able to lead the singing in church Sunday. One has to have something worse than a cold to lose the singing voice. Pneumonia, probably.

And during the last days of distress, there is the pain -- the aching ribs, the sore nose and lips and -- yuck! the everything hurts. And food has no taste. I couldn't even taste my birthday cake.

Two more days and I'm over it -- until my husband brings another one home. I blame the barber shop. I really do.