© 2010 Lynsey

281 – Cold, served cold

lying down
      with quilts over the head
such a cold night
— Basho

As if to celebrate the long weekend (more, more) the roof was hammered all night long by the rain. There’s something soothing about being in bed with the sound of rain on the roof, however I could feel a cold growing away in me.

Sure enough, in the weak dawn, I’m up for a hot lemon tea and back to bed to try to fend it off. Go, you immune system warriors, go! I pull the covers up and flag work for the day.

Manifesto
13. Every day be better than you were the day before.
19. Every day make time for yourself.
28. Every day you will be tested.

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