About my current flu…
Dear hateful pox,
I must protest,
With all my whitest, white blood cells,
Against your new assault.
Although my soul rejoices still,
My body lives decayed of will,
And I will sip my hot drink til,
You lose, this ain’t my fault.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Toronto, 2017)
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I am right there with you, a cup of lemon juice and brown sugar (forgot to buy honey when I ventured out into the world of gray cold). At the store, my first stop was cold meds and they’d been very well picked through telling me a lot about the state of health in my town. Sigh. Poor everyone.
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Poor everyone indeed. I’ve been working from home almost all week! So dull.
Get well soon!
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You too. 🙂
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