I haven’t been sick in years and now, I’m fighting a nasty, honking respiratory infection/cold/whatever that makes me sound like the ‘before’ character in a cough syrup commercial.
At least I don’t have health insurance, so I can’t bother some doctor or overworked nurse with this most common of winter ailments.
I’m drinking hot lemon and honey tea to soothe my throat and my self-pitying mood.
I’m also walking the neighborhood, filling my cranky lungs with fresh air.
The streets are so quiet when everyone’s at work, so I can admire all the redwoods, and tall, red cedars in our neighborhood. And as a tenant with no space for potted flowers, I’m especially thankful to my neighbors for their spring-green lawns and gardens.
There’s nothing like the first crocuses to perk up a miserable mood, and remind me that renewal is near.