Relative Something

I can never remember, is it, feed a cold, starve a fever, or the other way around? Doesn’t really matter. Cyndie’s solution for most any ill is, feed it. I have been bed ridden for a couple days now, allowing a cold to do its worst. I have also been facing waves of food coming at me. I am at the mercy of both. For one thing, the food feels good on my throat. Then there is my desire to accept the love that Cyndie is delivering in the form of food. Most of all, it distracts me from feeling punky.

It’s just a run of the mill cold, but it is reducing me to a whimpering seven-year-old boy. What boy doesn’t like food being brought to him? It does align with my ongoing child-like attitude. However, I do look forward to feeling my old health returning soon. Time to grow up, I guess. Again.