fever, chills, vertigo and coughing
a plague of sorts
I sleep as if I will never wake, and rarely do....
phone messages heard faintly through a fog
a trash can piled with tissues
dragging myself to shower later...the dogs smell fresher than me,
and they are 2 months overdue for grooming.
the illness ooozes through one's pores
I was bragging last week that my annual winter crud
was tardy in arriving...
serves me right
you do not poke the bear of fate
unless you are prepared to pay the price.
the price is
and just when beautiful fall arrived.....