It seems that it was but yesterday when I awoke to a wet, rasping, catarrh-like sound in my chest and visions of Jane Eyre danced in my head - or rather, poor little Ellen Burns.
I’d caught some malady and, being of a dramatic nature, I could let loose with all the histrionics that accompany such an illness and yet manage to appear stoic at the same time by ‘bravely’ making my way through the necessary duties of daily life - a balancing act, a veritable razor’s edge on which all integrity comes to rest - one false move and you are a charlatan - regardless of the depth of your illness.
I find myself in similar circumstances today (in terms of being ill) - and I am none too pleased. It seems that shortly before our return from our delightful stay in NYC, I came into contact with Mad Madam Mim (Disney reference), who had the audacity to secretly ‘bless’ me with yet another cold! Those germs are so small.
Thank God, at least this time, it’s in my head - and no, I do not mean I am imagining it, for as I write this, I feel the gravity-driven (and endless, it would appear) ooze making its way south - heading toward my - upper lip. It’s enough to make me scream - though I shan’t - no point in damaging the vocal chords as well, eh?
Anyway, I do feel rather out of it but wanted to ‘stop by’ to say that I’ve not found any sign of my other writings and I am quite irked by that. However, I’m not going to beat myself up about it because there’s no point - if I can’t find them - I can’t find them - period.
A bout of sneezing has just left me feeling quite delirious - I’ll say good-night while I still have control of my manual motro siklls…
;-)
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