Tuesday, January 15, 2013
It Will Pass
Like the tickle in the throat or that first sniffle that signal the onset of a cold, the malady with which I was stricken yesterday began with the smallest symptom. I saw a cobweb in a corner and swept it down. The next thing I knew, I was going through the house swiping cobwebs throughout. That finished, I thought I was over it, but no. Still in the grip, I went on and on: laundry, not just washed and dried but folded and put away right then and there! Floors were dry mopped, carpets vacuumed, bathrooms cleaned, wastebaskets emptied. Where would it end? I even made fried chicken and mashed potatoes with cream gravy for dinner! I knew recovery was in sight when I was able to stop myself just short of dusting. I'm hoping it was just a twenty-four-hour bug. I don't know, though. I did beat Trash Guy to the corner this morning. That's not a good sign.