Well, sometimes it does. But I can’t smell anything, so I wouldn’t know.
What’s the worst part about having a terrible cold? Not being able to see one’s beautiful grandsons. (And their parents, of course.) But I must tell you that my writing to you this morning was interrupted by the next-best thing: a phone call from Jake, saying “I hope you feel better, Grammie. I love you.”
Now how cool is that? It doesn’t make me feel any less sorry for myself, but I feel better about feeling sorry for myself.
Here’s what else bites: after my fiend Suzanne returned home to the Netherlands from Ohio and Michigan, she too is sick with a cold. COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT.
And the final kicker? It’s going to be 70 and sunny today. Typical November day in Ohio, right?
But you know what? The sun is shining, I enjoyed a great morning and lunch with Mavis yesterday, got a bunch of papers graded last night (and will continue throughout the day), I have a cinema meet-up with Tom Hanks this afternoon, and the plans for the holidays are officially underway with yesterday’s order of 7 lbs. of melting chocolate. Giddyup!
Oh, and the Browns will not lose today. Praise to Buddha.
Have a great day, fiends — enjoy the sunshine while ye may.