The Tissues Just Keep Flyin'

Last week I got a head cold.  Head colds leave me doing two things.  First, they make me wonder how one little head can produce so much mucus ("mucus" is a gross-sounding word, but "snot" is even grosser).  Second, they make me very thankful for the times when I can breathe.

I kept the Kleenex company in business last week.  I went through two full boxes at work, one from the kitchen, one in our bathroom, one in my car.

Sunday night that cold moved down into my chest.  I am not coughing continually--thank goodness--but when the cough comes it is deep and ugly-sounding and it rattles and burns my chest.  I can feel the pressure in my sinuses still, too.

I'm seriously thankful for non-continual coughs, a good night's rest, tissues, hand sanitizer, facial moisturizers, soap and water, and a body that heals.

I Am Posting About the Weather

You could call it cold.  You could call it freezing.  You could call it frigid.  But none of those come close to describing how it is.  In fact, the only phrase I can come up with to adequately describe our weather involves profanity, which mindless habit I am working hard to overcome.  You'll have to use your imagination to come up with your own version.

At least the sun is shining.  But it's broken!