Posted on September 26, 2003 in Pulmonary
The hardest part of being sick with a cold is arising in the morning with the feeling that it is all past, then feeling the phlegm build up during the course of the day until you are spitting yellow mustard in parking lots and public bathrooms.
For this reason, I have resolved to spend the next two days in deep rest so that I won’t double over when I go to the annual harvest festival at Saint Andrew’s Abbey this weekend.