BEEN A LOUSY week because I’ve had a cold. I loathe colds. When my child bride gets one, which she rarely does, she pretends it’s not there, ignoring it.
She even works out at the gym, which is nuts.
I don’t ignore it. I embrace the misery, and misery there is in spades. I sit still until the cold goes away.
It’s been a full week so far.
Mexicans, at least the ones I know — mostly relatives — ignore contagion. Not even the most horrific affliction — leprosy, you name it — will prevent the social smootching.
But they’ve learned not to come my way with their hugging and kissing if they’ve got a cold. I bolt like lightning.
The photo is not recent. Actually, it’s seven or eight years old, but it captures my mood this lamentable week.
If the Goddess smiles upon me, perhaps I’ll be back to normal mañana. Jeez, I sure do hope so.