Morning Glory

The day faded away into the pain that was my temples. I woke up on the couch at 4am. Tight sinus', a nose that won't stop dripping and a cough that is dry and rough and just won't crack.

Now I just wish my nose would stop. My temples are tight, my sinus' are humming, my head is thick, my ears blocked.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue.

I cried reading about Belinda Emmett's funeral - feeling unwell always makes me a bit teary. I guess it's not the destination that is important, but the way the journey is lived in getting there, that is. But to watch the love of your life slip away, poor Rove.

So what if I feel lousy with a cold... it's a beautiful morning, after all.

My feet are cold.