Atishoo – A Tissue?

I’m at home with a cold (hello autumn!), Went out to do some necessary shopping. Good to get some fresh air (it’s just a little too fresh at the moment). Anyhow. Apart from seeing a whole fleet of fire trucks parked on the main road, with suspiciously relaxed people in uniforms milling around, I also got a mountain of tissues to take home and – lemons. Yep. It’s all very exciting here.

While I rest to get the free use of my nose, ears and brain back, I try to avoid looking at the rising work schedule that I’m not dealing with while throwing crumpled-up tissues towards the bin. I did check in on emails – which may not have been my brightest idea – but otherwise it’s piling up. Next week, I have almost no time to catch up with anything either. C’est la vie. There’s still no point in dragging myself into the office when I can’t actually think properly – and when I have the rare opportunity to pass on my precious germs. I’ll try tomorrow though, with the maybe illusory hope that I can hide from whatever is going on around me, get the most important stuff done and go home again. 

So, all in all, it’s a wild mix of rain and sun outside, coughing and sneezing inside, and otherwise few answers to anything. 

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God bless those who suffer from the common cold. Nature has entered into them, has led them aside and has gently lain them low to contemplate life from the wayside; to consider human frailty; to receive the deep and dreamy messages of fever. We give thanks for the insights of this humble perspective. We give thanks for blessings in disguise.

Amen.

(Michael Leunig)

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