The Lurgy

After making it all the way through Christmas and New Year without catching any of the various coughs and colds that were doing the rounds, I suddenly sneezed this afternoon. I sneezed, and then my nose completely blocked. I thought "oh here we go".

It's amusing really, isn't it. I make it all the way through the holidays, then the weekend before I go back to work my body asks "what shape spanner shall we choose, and where shall we throw it?"

Don't get me started about the weather either. It's fairly obvious that if the world IS governed and run by a mysterious creator of some sort, then they have a tremendously dark sense of humor. You may recall I wrote recently about a friend inviting me to go running with them? I would have gone for a run yesterday - except I woke to a world covered in black ice and frost. Given I tend to appreciate my legs bending in the right places, and my feet pointing in the right direction, I thought it best not to tempt fate.

Then of course today the lurgy landed.

Anyway.

You find me - right now - sitting in bed with the MacBook perched on my legs. I've managed to write every day of the year so far - which sounds more impressibe than it is. This will be day three. I gather "Gen Z" would call this a "streak". I thought a streak was when you took your clothes off and ran onto a sports field in front of the watching crowd? Being half serious though, I am wondering if I can find something to write about every day - at least for a little while.

There's the thought that if you just write - with no clear plan, or aim - then something wonderful might leave my fingers, go through the keyboard, and appear on the screen. I know the chances are very low indeed, but they're not impossible. That's enough for me.

I should probably go try and sleep.

Wish my body luck in it's fight against whatever it is that's coursing through it this evening. I'll help fuel it tomorrow with a world of combative junk - until then, sleeping instead of scrolling is probably a pretty good plan.