up and away

i spent the day riding that tightrope margin between an itchy sneeze and an burning runny nose.  my head feels like a hot air balloon at full capacity.  this cold is the same cold that our small town has passed around like a piece of hot gossip.  enough echinacea, and i might just chase this cold away. until then, let it be an excuse to be a little less productive than normal.  because i have an intuition: my body wants to send me a message, that message being: slow down. 

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