quite unromantically ill

“anne, correcting examination papers in the tower room one mid-june evening, paused to wipe her nose. she had wiped it so often that evening that is was rosy-red and rather painful. the truth was that anne was the victim of a very severe and very unromantic cold in the head.” — anne of windy poplars, l.m. montgomery

that describes my nose and my thoughts exactly.

i’d like to think that the cause of this fiendish malady results from paying more attention to the health of my mind.

the trouble with always trying to preserve the health of the body is that it is so difficult to do without destroying the health of the mind.  — g.k. chesterton

but, since i’m woefully behind on my self-educating, i’m guessing that’s probably not the catalyst.

like everybody else, when i don’t know what else to do, i seem to go in for catching colds.  — george jean nathan

maybe i caught a case of boredom and it came out as the sniffles and wheezes and sneezes and tears and coughs.

anyhow. the other day, when i was feeling somewhat sickly, i told myself “you’re alive. that’s pretty cool.”

and i’m very glad to be alive, too, even though i’m sick. so there, cold — off with you.


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