It’s going around

I really hate that phrase, “It’s going around.” Several people have said it to me, since I developed a head cold yesterday. I know they meant well, but no, I didn’t get what’s going around. I haven’t been out in public since we got home from New Mexico, so how could I catch it the dreaded “going around” disease. That always summons up an image of this huge bug floating around waiting for people to reach up and catch it. I refuse to reach. All that happened to me was I developed a head cold, which isn’t uncommon for this time of year.

Major problem: had to reschedule my eye surgery yet again, because I suspect they didn’t want me bringing my germs into the surgery suite. Besides, I was a little alarmed at the idea of sneezing or coughing during delicate eye surgery. So now it’s February 1.

I don’t feel all that bad, though I will admit that the idea of bed sounds good. But when I napped this afternoon, I felt worse than when I was up. I think it has to do with lying horizontal and sinus drainage. So bless my boys for talking me into a sleep numbers mattress—I’ll raise the head tonight and hope to sleep soundly.

Our neighborhood has an active internet list called the Buzz. Today it was buzzing with reports of a brindle dog seen here, there, and everywhere, obviously lost, probably scared. Tonight, those reports took on a warning tone as people described him as a pit bull. I worried that frightened people would turn their backs or call animal patrol. Thanks to Robin Fulton, a patron saint of lost dogs in this neighborhood—she has him safe, warm, fed and watered at her house and reports he is a sweet and scared guy.

A few years ago, Robin rescued a dog, part or all malamute if I had to guess, and placed it with a neighbor. Neighbor found she couldn’t keep him, so I called a friend in College Station. She sent me to “interview” the dog and subsequently came up to adopt him. Today she swears he is the best companion, sweetest boy—you get the drift.

So 2018 didn’t start much differently today. I was in my routine, so was our compound or household. I wrote my thousand words plus some, visited with a friend, did some paperwork. The faux president averaged an astounding 5.6 lies per day in the first 347 days of his presidency, including taking credit for no aviation catastrophes and completely overlooking that we have had none since 2009 and that record is due to the airlines and Federal regulation agencies. He had nothing to do with it.

I got to wondering today about Baron Trump. One thing the Trumps have done that I approve of is keep that child out of the spotlight. But do you suppose his middle name is Von? I mean, it just seems it should be Baron Von Trump. Or is that strains from The Sound of Music I’m hearing?