No, I am not talking about floods or tornadoes, hunger or pain. I mean the Common Cold. I have a cold. I hate colds. The scratchy throat that heralds its arrival. The sore throat that hurts when you talk or swallow. Next comes the stuffy nose along with the postnasal drip that keeps you up at night. How about the sinus pressure, that cottony feeling in your head that removes your ability to reason?

We of the human species have suffered from this malady for ages, and there still is no cure. I took my Airborne and zinc lozenges and got sick anyway. So here I sit, knowing I have to endure for ten days or so, before symptoms start to lift. And if they don’t, or you get worse, good luck getting an appointment with the doctor. Two weeks of breathing through your mouth. It’s good for reading, if you can concentrate, or watching movies on TV. And I really needed these two weeks to finish my WIP before we leave town to visit relatives. I’m on the last chapter. The story is in my head, plaguing me to reach the finish line. But this cold plagues me more. I must follow the Prime Directive for people who have colds: Rest, drink lots of fluids, sip chicken soup, catch up on your favorite TV shows, and enjoy reading someone else’s books.

Stay healthy!

Feel better, Nancy. I went through the same thing not long ago. It was a "mild" cold, but the fog-brain does interfere with being able to connect two thoughts.

You're not kidding. My head is in outer space today. Can't think straight. And I'm so close to finishing my book. All I need is one or two good days to reach The End. I completed the battle scene, so now I just have to write the inevitable explanations to tie up loose ends and the romantic resolution. It's gotta be emotional, though, so I need a clear mind.