Well, Dear Readers, it was bound to happen sooner or later. C. brought home a massive head cold on Wednesday, a gift from his high school students, I'm sure. Yesterday, I felt the first twinges in an earache and cough. This morning, I thought I might have beaten it back, but, alas, no. So, I'm sick and he's sicker (it hurts me just listening to him try to breathe normally).
I did manage a title: Fairy Tale for Girls Fooled by the Sun. I also scribbled out the first few lines and some ideas for the draft. Then, I had to head out for supplies from the grocery store.
At the moment, I have to reserve my energy to deal with some school work that can't wait. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be in better shape to work on the poem.
Just one question: how is it fair to be sick when we are scheduled to have two glorious spring days in a row?