Tea and Empathy

I hate being sick. I really do. I especially hate "the common cold" because no matter what you do, there's really nothing you can do about it. You're simply stuck with it.

I began coming down with mine not quite two weeks ago--the Monday before Christmas. Christopher had valiantly fought off his for a week or so, but it took a good solid whack at him at about the same time. So now our house is filled with the snufflings and coughs of two people dealing with colds. We've got a fridge full of Orange and Apple juices. We've got cough drops aplenty and cough syrups galore. (Whoa. I'm ending this paragraph before I break into a Dr. Seuss-style musical number.)

Here's the rub: Mine seems to be going away quicker than his. Most likely, this is helped along by the fact that I am at home most of the day "resting," while he has had to go off to work. This means that I find myself feeling guilty--not overly so, but guilty enough to brew some tea and empathy for him from time to time. 

Wish us luck in getting better.