Well, between the wonderful company, too many sweets, and walking in the rain, I have managed to start 2020 with a lousy cold. I am being well taken care of. Grandpa Nelson went out and got me dinner so I didn’t have to cook, and Auntie Bridgett has made me lots of tea and even baked cookies for First Friday at the SideStreet Arts Gallery.
Still, I hate colds. They sap my energy, so I can’t be busy. I have trouble lifting my head, much less the Christmas tree that Grandpa Nelson and Auntie Bridgett are carrying to Sunnyside School today for recycling.
They fog up my brain, so I made a cup of tea and forgot to put in the tea bag. I tried to edit my story and kept looking in Chapter 21 for something that was in Chapter 12. Who needs a bug that makes you even more stupid?
But worst of all, colds are contagious. The sneezing, coughing and breathing I am doing will most likely spread this energy-sapping, stupid-making Bug to my lovely people.
So I am counting the days until I am taking care of them and they are here, on the couch, forgetting stuff and feeling lousy.
And I hope I can take as good a care of them as they have of me.