I awoke this morning with the cold that's been making its rounds of the household. I figured the game was up when earlier this week daughter L. sneezed directly into my face from a distance of about six inches. It was like some episode of "Nova" with fancy strobe photography or something -- I saw the fine miasma disperse and envelop my face. But since living with a toddler who attends daycare has got to be the rough equivalent of licking old petri dishes, I've made a sort of grumbling peace with the prospect of colds until we get everyone's immune system up to speed.
Let's just all cross our fingers and hope I don't get feverish and decide to watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas Special," since a fever in conjunction with Charlie Brown would reduce me to a puddly wreck. There was that time when I was living in Sunnyvale just out of college and my roommate R. came home to find me lying on the floor in the living room. I was wrapped in a quilt, watching the Walt Disney animated version of Robin Hood and weeping because "all of Robin Hood's little animal friends [were] in jail."
R. turned right around, went back to the car and drove to the store for Tylenol.
Looking back over this and few other recent entries, I just want to mention that unless I'm in an airplane or thinking about air travel or I'm running a fever, it's not like I spend the bulk of my days staggering around under the influences of undue emotion. I am in large part as phlegmatic as the next Midwestern guy.
Yeah, that whole episode was pretty alarming. I remember you being flushed, damp, and weepy. I'm glad the fever broke.
Posted by: DOKROKKETT | December 28, 2003 at 11:35 PM