Our dark days are merely instructional phases, lessons hard learned so we can shoulder the burdens of others
Ever since I got the swine flu back in SEPTEMBER I have not been particularly healthy. Every little cold and flu bug that enters my atmosphere has seemed to latch onto me like a teen-age girl to a Jonas brother. Particularly annoying is this persistent cough that makes me sound like a 70-year-old asthmatic smoker. Not exactly charming, I know.
But a far worse fate is the daily barrage of questions from people who want to know what I am doing about it.