I’m telling you this not for sympathy but to share with you the wonder I had when I realized it.
Remember colds? I haven’t had one for so long, I didn’t know what was happening. Allergies? No, unless I suddenly developed them. What was this business with my nose and endless boxes of tissues and coughing?
It wasn’t COVID, and I knew that from the minute I started feeling something. As I scrounged in my closet for a dust-covered bottle of NyQuil, that’s when it hit me.
It’s a cold, a plain old-fashioned cold and not even a severe one. For a minute or two, I thought of feeling sorry for the plain old cold virus that was trying to get a purchase in me, trying to make itself known as a substantial pest. What chance does this weak little virus have when I’ve had six vaccine shots in the past year to ward off COVID?
Poor little cold virus. Let us take a moment to…
Well, when you have a cold, you don’t feel like doing too much. But on the other hand, you don’t feel like doing nothing at all.
So I organized my rag bag.