Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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Cold journeys in the Heat

Tuesday night the sneezing began. By Wednesday morning, my voice had that deep, crusty, quiet effect that only a good illness can bring. All day Wednesday I sneezed those cinematic, "I exist in this moment only", lost in the experience sneezes. They're so fascinating, and yet a distraction from work.

I had too many things I promised to send out or do Wednesday, so I
could not leave for home until after five. But I made it through the day in relatively good order, and last night slept that "few hours asleep, few hours awake" sleep that comes in such situations.

I don't often get colds. The last one I had was in 2000, when a Summer swim on a curiously chilly morning, coupled with inadequate sleep, brought on one of those low-grade somethings or others which lasted for months. This particular cold seems more like a Spring fling, that sets in, and, given proper bed rest, will fade away.

Tonight I am supposed to volunteer at the pro bono legal clinic, but I am torn--on the one hand I don't want to be infectious or exhausted, but on the other hand, I don't want to miss a chance to pitch in.

I will sleep nearly all day Saturday and Sunday. That's usually my best remedy in times like this.
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