I was reminded by Sherry Oermann this morning that cedar flu season is upon us. Now I know why I am so congested today. It would have been worse, but I run cassock filters with HEPA filters day and night. One by the bed, and one behind me in the studio. But with four dogs who go in and out at will through a doggie door, it is not likely that I will ever live completely pollen free.
I think it is boomerang karma. Most of my life I have looked at people with environmental allergies as … well … fakers. Yeah … damned elitist of me. But now it is payback time as I huddle indoors with the filters running, Albuterol inhaler at the ready, and brutal percussion massager plugged in and ready to thump my chest and help me cough up the phlegm.
Glad the first round of saber rattling is over after killing a terrorist mastermind, though now the anti-war coalition in Congress has grown surly because no one listens to their bleating, other than a few fringers, anyway. Don’t look for it to help much in the long term, but I prefer terrorists to live their lives furtively scanning the skies for the hellfire missile with their name on it.
Not much else going on in my rather small universe other than a litany of maladies brought on by bad habits and old age.
And the coffee is always good, the days and nights come and go unceasingly, and I muse.