Cold

I am the last tree to fall in the barren wasteland of sickness. Some sort of congested cold has been slowly blowing through our house and taking down people one by one. It’s hard to know where it started, because we’ve all been exposed to sickness over the last few weeks. I’m fighting as hard as I can to withstand the coming tide, but I’m down to my last leaf and one gust of wind will blow it off too. At least tomorrow is a weekend, so if I want to metaphorically die, I have two days to do it. Here’s to rolling into the holidays on a low point!