When tissues, cough syrup, and curling up under a warm afghan are all I can think of, planning a blog post easily gets dumped to the bottom of the priority list. My week has been one of hacking and hugging my ribs — just an ordinary cold, I keep saying, but a nasty bronchial one.
No profound thoughts are setting off lightbulbs in my addled brain. My list of potential blog posts is blank and I refuse to sit here any longer hoping Ms. Muse will magically turn up with an idea in hand. Instead, my plan is to head for bed and hope to sleep. That’s not an easy accomplishment most nights, perched high upon a stack of pillows as I’ve been.
I leave you with my apology and a couple more fall vistas to enjoy in lieu of words.
Have seasonal colds or flu found their way into your household recently? If so, you have my sincere condolences!
Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly
along the woods and day by day
the dead leaves fall and melt.
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