Wednesday, November 14, 2007
In Which I Caught Rob's Cold My throat is sore. I woke up yesterday coughing a bit but not badly. Still. Cough cough cough. Enough to wake me up. Today no cough. Just a throat swollen and sharp. Janice wrote an entry in her blog today that reminded me about how lovely writing can be, its potential to tap into details. Actually she probably didn't write it today. I read it today. Ergo, because I just have that kind of control, it did not exist until today when I read it. I forget so many of the details of my life. I am losing focus and I know I should be writing. But I'm not.