Saturday, February 01, 2014
I stand before you, an object lesson. A cautionary tale. A living, breathing, coughing, sneezing, feverish exhibit of the adage, "Be careful what you wish for." We have plans for the evening, a friend's birthday party, but the weather is so dismal that I dared say, "Ugh; I wish we didn't have to go out in this." Not 20 minutes later, I was hit with this misery like it was a runaway train. The express train to Miseryville. There was nothing of "feeling something coming on." No, "is that a tickle in my throat?" This leaped out of a dark alley and mugged me.
My only hope is that it passes just as quickly as it arrived. Good grief.