I SEE IT'S COLD SEASON AGAIN

Which means I'm in vogue. There may be no one who is not hospitalized that has more visible symptoms than I when I get a cold. I drip, I hack, I lose my voice, I drip, I hack... In addition, rub my eyes, my head aches, I sleep with congestion snore. I'm a complete mess. And how I sniff and sneeze.

This one, Cold #5,012 in my life, started in my chest. It's now moving up before all the stuff runs or is blown out. I should buy stock in Kleenex. I can fill a trash can in no time. In normal times of blowing my nose, I, like I suppose all others, examine what I produced. These days for stage development, I inspect closely. For the shades and tones of colors. The gray means deep congestion, the mostly white with yellow tinges means it's breaking up.

The indecisiveness of the nasal passage irritates me. One moment I can breathe out of my right nostril. The next out of neither. Then I bend over to tie a shoe and warm clear liquid drips from my nose. I've known a few school administrators like that. Read into that what you wish.

Because if this cold, I've had to cancel a dinner with friends coming into town. I've had to cancel some other activities, too. I'll give it one more day before I get angry with it. Come Sunday, I want my voice back. To sing in church at 8:00 and to yell for the Rams at 6:20.

I'll even settle for a little post nasal drip.