Still rasslin' the rhino

 Can you really call it a rhino virus if it mostly lives in your chest?  Hack, hack, choke!  If I could even produce a good hairball I'd have something to show for the hours of slackitude and inertness I have been practicing.  and I know how very lucky I have it. I don't have to get up and go pump my own gas, wait for a bus in the sleet,   dress and feed a family and get them off to their appointed rounds, clean house or even go out into the cold, cruel world  and buy groceries.  I am not complaining about my  tiny indisposition.  Really!  But my head is full of crud and my lungs are too and there isn't enough oxygen to go around in here.

A few days late is the maple tree.  Yes, we have sun.  It's colder than a housemother's heart on Valentine's day when no one bought her chocolates.   This is a bright sunny day that will make you suffer! The wind will chap any exposed skin in minutes.  Your eyeballs dry out, your nose hairs freeze and and your ears cling to the sides of your head like terrified bats.  And I have seen college kids out in this wearing flip-flops and baggy shorts.  I bet Mr. Happy was shrunk up like a stack of nickels, and the Balsam boys had crept back into the body.

I took GED tests to the jail today.  This is the sky as I was preparing to head out.  I got to drive about five miles squinting into the rising sun.  And, by God, I LIKED it!  Sunlight, bouncing off the back of the retina triggers happy endorphins and I'll take those any ol time they're available.  Thank you!