Walking in the Rain

It only took five minutes of walking in the rain, with just a toque on that caused me an immediate immune response.

It was dark outside when I got up this morning, so I knew it was raining outside, but the level of noise going on downstairs, was driving me crazy.

There was someone with a raging chain saw, going at something really hard. I’m not sure what that could have been, unless they were cutting down the trees that line the street downstairs.

I just looked downstairs and all the trees are intact and still standing. I guess we’ll never know who was wielding that chain saw.

Later on in the day, I needed to go to the store. I hate carrying my umbrella, so I got downstairs and was suited up as usual. The freezing rain was coming down harder than I supposed.

I walked to the corner, down the street, and returned on the same path. As I got upstairs, I knew I was in trouble. Getting a cold, when least expected, happens on the odd occasion.

I’ve been sniffling and sneezing all damned day. Thankfully I had some cold meds left over, from the last round of sniffles. Sadly, they aren’t working at this hour.

Eight days out now. And I am feeling quite good. Making a change in routine, was good. I crawl into bed after the news, and go right to sleep. I get a full nights rest, instead of wasting two hours screwing around.