My happy, craft-filled afternoon ended abruptly yesterday when it suddenly became too much effort to reach for the scissors. A low-grade sore throat and earache forced me to drag myself up the stairs for a zinc lozenge, our favorite defense against colds. And then the intestinal complications hit.
I haven’t been sick for so long I’d forgotten how illness creates a dark cloud of gloom and doom.
Probably I have the SARS. Or anthrax.
Perhaps some REM will effect a cure.