Kate has a cold. She must have brought it back from Colorado. So I'm doing all of the sensible things to avoid catching it. Wearing garlic around the neck. Carrying a silver cross to wave when we pass each other in the hallway (Unitarian viruses hate silver crosses). Overdosing on vitamins.
But I can feel myself slipping away. The eyes are watering. I have a little cough. My nose is clogging. Sniff.
Just in time for the return of the cold weather. A front blew through last evening from the west. Ushered in by a strong wind. Now the temperature is in the 40s. Yesterday it was 70. It should stay chilly today and tomorrow but will be a bit milder this weekend. That's good. If I have a full-fledged cold by then at least I don't want to have to battle the cold weather.
Well, that's the medical and meteorological report from the DC metropolitan region today. In a word: cold.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.