Medicine Heady

Snow is sticking to my driveway--snot is sticking to my nostril.

Ice is forming on the eve--mucus is forming in my chest.

My head feels like a thick fog just wiped away my few remaining brain cells.

The rest of my body feels normal--ready to work--ready to play...in the snow.

I like being cozy. In my house on the farm. With my Heroes. With my Ellios.

I could do without the Tissues and Sneezures, Coughing fits and chapped lips. But...

It's quiet.

So quiet I can hear the snow tapping the window.

So quiet I can hear the deer traveling through the woods.

So quiet I think the sound of my own sickly wheezing is a mouse under my chair...maybe I should check my temperature...