"It could be worse," as the old Minnesota saying goes.
A few days ago I expressed the wish that my body make up its mind: either be sick, or not feel slightly 'off.'
I got what I asked for. The next day I had a sincere cough, a wholeheartedly stuffed nose, headache from coughing so much: the whole package.
This morning, my wife told me I wasn't going to church. I had no problem with the idea. I've been spending the day being quite: aside from the semi-regular cough.
Outside we've got a beautiful picture-postcard early autumn day: bright sunshine; blue sky; just enough cirrus cloud to make it interesting.
About 4:50 this afternoon. September 29, 2013.