He who blesses his friend with a loud voice early in the morning,
It will be reckoned a curse to him.
And by “walking petri dishes,” I mean elementary kids. At least, I assume I picked up this cold while I was at the elementary school in Lynden. I haven’t had a cold in a long time, and I’d forgotten how deeply blah it makes me feel. I could do things…but I could also just blow my nose, drink hot water with honey and lemon (we don’t have any tea), and stare blankly at the wall. The first day of the cold I felt bad but not terrible, which I hoped would be indicative of the cold overall. Possibly I was overly optimistic. I feel pretty lousy right now, now that the cold has moved up into my sinuses.
I didn’t go for a bike ride today, even though it was sunny and lovely, but I did drag myself out to meet Ian and walk home with him from the Totem Lake Transit Center. By the time we met up the pretty day had begun converting into an ominously cloudy day, and it sprinkled on us intermittently. Then I had to dash out to the store and it was sprinkling then, too. So spring is here: Fairly warm temperatures, gusty winds, drizzly rain with bright sun breaks, trees budding and flowering.
Good thing I don’t have another bike class until next Wednesday; hopefully I’ll have this cold beat by then and be able to handle the class with my usual enthusiasm. Actually, it’s going to be a particularly interesting class because I’m co-teaching with an instructor from Cascade Bike Club — happily, my favorite LCI, Ellen Aagaard — and Robin Randels, Cascade’s classes coordinator and freshly-minted LCI Coach, is going to be sitting in. I admit feeling some pressure to do especially well under those circumstances.
Meanwhile, I’m feeling pretty rotten.