I’m starting late today. It seems my body wants to be sick, but my mind disagrees. Family’s dropping like flies all around me and I grow weary of the self-torture inflicted by my stubborn side. I wake up with sore glands and go to bed feeling nauseas, but in between all that, I run around doing what I do and believing I’m in perfect health.
C’mon already!
Yes, I know what I just did. I challenged it…called it out…jinxed what has merely been a touch of turbulence.
Well, what can I say? Let’s get it over with!
After all, walking around feeling the pokes and punches of perturb and living with the taunting ghost of a fickle fever is surely more exhausting than being able to succumb to a moody malaise. There’s something to be said, for hiding your head, under 350-count thread, and simply staying in bed.
Enough said? Yes, enough said.
Awww, feel better soon…
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Making my way, Marilyn. I appreciate the well-wishes!
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Oh no, not you too Hazy!
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Yup. Me too.
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You are brilliant no matter the maladies of the day.
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Thank you, PC. You are the best medicine!!
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I love the way you say things – something to be said for hiding your head under the 350-count threads. That is more than poetic since it has the ring of truth and practicality. Go ahead – be sick and get it over with as you say. Then you can get back to brilliant writing.
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Oh my gosh…how did I miss this delicious comment? I don’t know if you realized, but you also brought to my attention, a little mix-up I made…sometimes I sport touches of temporary dyslexia, so, I’m even more grateful! Haha!
Thank you for your kindness, Francis!
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Get well soon. Seems like a lot of people I know are getting sick lately. This crazy weather doesn’t help.
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Yeah, it bites. Thanks, Phil!
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I hope you’re feeling better soon, Hazy. Sending you loads of virtual hugs and chicken soup 😀 xxxxx
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Thanks, Dianne! Now, if only I could figure out if I’m getting sick…or on the mend…? ha ha!
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“After all, walking around feeling the pokes and punches of perturb and living with the taunting ghost of a fickle fever is surely more exhausting than being able to succumb to a moody malaise.”
Absolutely amazing alliteration. Well done. (And, I hope you’re feeling better!)
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Thank you, kind sir.
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