Trego's Mountain Ear

One of the problems of being 75 and having a toddler grandson is that the little guy is a plague vector. This time I was left with him, and the next day I had his runny nose and cough. I didn’t think it was fair – but diseases in general aren’t fair. The problem is, Remi handles the head cold better than I do.

Before retirement, I took these diseases in stride – eating OTC meds like candy and pushing through the day. My work was too important to take time off because of poor health. Now, retired, I’m making a little more sense – I’m awake this morning, feeling a little better than I did 36 hours ago, and as soon as I start feeling tired again, I will be headed back to bed. I used to claim that I would catch up on sleep when I’m dead. Still probably true, but correcting the sleep deficit now has some appeal.

After 72 hours, I’m breathing again – the nose no longer runs, and the world is a much more attractive place. At 6:00 am, a light snow covers the field, reflecting light before dawn. Simply enough, life is good. Again.