…no. If anything my cold is worse (mucous, hard to write that without the “yuk”) and now something else is happening, a sort of southerly movement of scratchiness down into my chest. I found myself apologising to Daniel this morning for my libido suffering from this cold, too. Sigh. Talk about shooting oneself in the foot.
Nevertheless somethings are under control: my yoga practice, for one, and I even managed to teach a class tonight, for another.
Also, I have an unblunted appreciation for the signs of spring that appearing all around our garden and our neighbourhood…. Every day we get one more minute delay before dusk falls, and the sun crests a little higher at midday than the day before. So, no matter how pitiful I feel about my state of health, it’s against a background of hopefulness – spring is inexorably on its way! I’m so blessed to live here on Mitchells Island connected to Nature.