One or my favorite scenes in any movie is in Lady Hawk when the thief, having done something that’s morally bad and it works, starts yelling at the sky, “Lord? What am I supposed to learn from this?”
I’d be yelling that, if my throat didn’t feel like it was on fire, and if I had even a little bit of energy.
For a week now, I’ve been having this cold. It’s not the world’s worst cold, except it came in with really high fevers. How high? Well, I don’t have a thermometer (This is a lie. I do, but it’s in a box, somewhere) but it’s that level of fever where you feel like this:
You feel like you’re roasting to the level it’s near-painful, your eyeballs feel like they’re sweating, and if you self-combusted it wouldn’t even surprise you a bit.
And then I got a little cough, and I was okay. ….. maybe. I mean my throat hurt like hell, and the cough kept getting worse and worse.
Yesterday was like “Am I getting better or worse?”
Today answered it. The day has defeated me with one hour of being awake. The throat pain has diminished some, or at least is responding to pain killers. I’m just SO tired I can barely carry a thought.
It’s been almost a week. What the heck? I don’t take this long to kick colds.
And the worst part? This is the second time.
First time? 2020, last week, I made a plan for what to write/when. I was all set for my most productive year yet, and then I caught what was probably the Wuflu first week of the year. And it flattened me for a month. I got nothing done. Just as I was getting ready to work the world went insane.
Lord? I know I have a plan for what to write. Look, I’m only mortal. I need these things.
But that’s no reason to visit Son of 2020 This Time It’s Annoying on me.
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO LEARN FROM THIS?