Everyone in my family has had a cold in recent weeks. And now it’s my turn. When other people have a cold it seems like a minor inconvenience and I say things like, “Get some rest. Drink more water.”
When I have a cold, I feel like it would only be appropriate to cancel school and work and hire a nurse to bring me soft tissues and warm blankets and steaming mugs of homemade chicken noodle soup.
The reality is more like me producing massive piles of used tissues and wishing I could breathe like a normal person and working while coughing. No fun.
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Today was my daughter’s second-to-the-last soccer game (not counting tournaments that happen after the regular season). The sun shone and I wasn’t the only one wearing a sweater or sweatshirt even though in Seattle these temperatures would be cause for sunbathing and a trip to the water-park. It was sunny, but overnight it had been cool (fifty degrees, maybe), so we embraced the fall, such as it is here in Southern California. By the time the game started at 9:30 AM, the temperature was pretty close to perfect.
Even better than the weather was the actual game. The opponent was tough–as tough as a bunch of 10-years olds with ponytails can be–and our girls played excellent soccer. They won 3-0.
The rest of the day has been considerably less exciting. I went to Costco. I cooked homemade chicken soup and put it in the CrockPot. I napped and picked up and dropped off kids at work. I watched football with my husband while he coughed and I sneezed. I washed an awful lot of dirty dishes that had been lurking around the house. (One word of explanation: kids.) I read a book about hiking the Appalachian Trail. I worked a little at the computer and contemplated doing a load or two of laundry. (Verdict: No laundry for me today, thanks anyway.)
Now, go wash your hands with lots of soap and hot water so you don’t catch the plague. It’s too late for me, but maybe it’s not too late for you.
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Let me begin with a post script (p.s.) as I may forget otherwise. Thank you for posting the pictures. This sunset photo just might be your best yet. Thank you for letting your readers enjoy Southern California’s beautiful sunsets through your eyes – and camera.
My cold arrived a week ago Thursday…just in time to welcome November; that month in which we think a lot about being thankful. By this past Tuesday when I made my first trip outside, I was very thankful – thankful that at last, my cold was about gone. But no. Not so fast. Wednesday I felt worse, and every day since then the cold has reminded me how thankful I will be when it finally leaves. For good. Hasn’t happened yet. I ate soup; I drink a lot of water; I wash with 2 bursts of hand soap and hot water; I use a ton of tissues.
Rejoice – you are not alone! I sense your pain – and discomfort – and tiredness. Empathy counts, right?
I didn’t know you could catch a cold in California.
Seriously: I hope it isn’t too bad and is soon over.