G’mornin ever’one ever’where ‘n all the ships at sea...I can’t remember what newscaster used t’say that...it might’a been Gabriel Heatter....(google him, I had to)but it c’d just as easy been Walter Winchell but who cares...
Not I, not tonite for I have a cold ‘n colds make you pensive ‘n short-tempered as well as sleepless...I don’t get a lot of colds anymore...not since the chemotherapy anyway...during the chemo I tried to avoid places where I might catch a germ...that ‘n I stayed away from my g’children cuz kids go to schools where they got lots of other kids ‘n kids get colds ‘n bring ‘em home to.....well, you get the idea...
anyways I guess I tho’t maybe I had already had my share of colds ‘n wasn’t gonna get anymore....(shows just how much we learn over the years don’t it)...anyway somewhere over the last week I evidently got too close to someone who had a cold ‘n now I have a cold....’n I hate having a cold....I hate feeling achy ‘n yucky ‘n having my nose run like a faucet that you can’t quite turn off without paying a plumber an exorbitant fee to turn it off for you....’n nothin’ tastes good when you have a cold... it even affects the taste of coffee altho it don’t stop me from drinking it....altho I only had six cups on this rainy old gloomy old dreary old day.....I’m not getting any sympathy here, am I? ‘Course not ‘n I don’t deserve any cuz nobody likes a crybaby.....or whiner....
The dogs don’t care that I have a cold...Willie especially but now Rusty is yelling at me that he wants to go outside ‘n walk in the rain.....he’s becoming very insistent but that’s okay.....better that I get up ‘n let him out than him deciding poodle-fashion to play his own game of payback......
ah well, sumwhere the sun is shinin’ ‘n sumwhere hearts are lite but there ain’t no joy in Mudville t’nite so I’m gonna take my stuffy head, my watery sinuses, my sniffles ‘n sneezles ‘n go back t’bed.....
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