I have several holes in my head. They’re usually empty. Go ahead, laugh it up.
Right now, they’re not empty.
Wiki: “The purpose of the sinuses is unclear. One theory is that sinuses help humidify the air we breathe in; another is that they enhance our voices.”
Oh, yeah, right now my voice is just great.
I was tempted to send them my theory: Duh, they came with the Fall! When I wake up, I’m gross; when I lie down, I choke; when I walk, I drip. ‘Sounds like a curse to me.
This virus is giving a whole new meaning to “thick skull.” I’m so distracted by it that I keep just meandering back to the rocking chair. It’s not even snowing yet, but I’m a total flake! I had such great plans today for Christmas preparations. Drat; foiled again. (Get it?)
Whether it be phlegm or foolishness, when my head is full, I’m not good for much. Sometimes it’s better not even to try; walking in circles gets old after awhile.
I take after my mom, who took after her dad: sitting still gets on my last nerve. But (unlike Mom) I usually keep things low-keyed on Saturday—so I’m not beating myself up too badly (this cold is doing a good job of that).
When I was a teen and young adult, I was a complete flake. So, I spent the next 30 years attempting to make up for it. Now, in my 50’s, it’s finding its level. I don’t want to become lazy, but yeah—I can chill once in awhile. (Bring on the coffee!)
Ironically, now that we’re empty-nesters, we’ll probably be prudent and find me more work; I make a good wage, but could use more hours.
Hm. Maybe I’d better enjoy that rocking chair while I can.