Today, even though the sun shining through my window gives my body reason to celebrate, the flu, phlegm, and snotty nose are anything but playful. However, since I do feel a tad better, I may as well begin this dissertation.
Kings Canyon - where I wish I were (correct but sounds strange)
Hold on, the phone just rang. So far this morning I have won four games of solitaire (Australian Patience), 4 of 8 games of snood, and lost one attempt at extreme sodoku. Stalling is one of my strengths.
I am thinking seriously about going to Woollies in search of a new box of tissues. I've finished three boxes in the past two days. To curtail the spread of vermin to other users in the house, I also need anti-bacterial wipes for the handset after I say 'hello' with a cheery croak.
Whew, I just had another opportunity to avoid this topic altogether. Sy is driving his daugher to the Royal Brisbane. I was invited to join them – a lovely thought – 'Let's get Demi out of the house – the sunshine might do her some good!'
I declined. After all, I am a dedicated author – besides they both would have hated me by the time we reached the hospital drop-off as I sneezed virus into the car after repeatedly smothering my lungs' plea for relief. I am beginning to take official responsibility for these nasty little invaders coursing through my bronchiales.
I never get sick. I mean, never! Either my immune system is growing old and feeble – unlikely – or there are invaders here in Oz that are very different form the same fellows in the USA Urgh! Death to virus in my sinus!!