What's That Yellow Thing In The Sky?

I think the innovation, however outdated it may be, of Daylight Savings Time is reason enough to disqualify Benjamin Franklin from the list of greatest Americans. Electricity and bi-focals notwithstanding, he's automatically scratched.

Since it starts to get dark at 5:30 and sunset occurs before I even get home from work, it is a rarity that I have direct contact with sunlight. Sure, it wakes me up in the morning at is seeps through the blinds. And yes, it better illumninates my dim office. But other than that, I rarely see the sun. I'm surprised my skin isn't jaundiced.

However, I do think staying indoors and not breathing natural air has given me the beginnings of a cold. I went to bed last night feeling achy and run down. I woke up this morning with a mildly sore throat and slight fever. I hope it goes away, though; I'd hate to spend my fifth year anniversary with a thermometer in my mouth and cough drop wrappers littered around the house.

Let me say up front that I am not a good patient. I rarely get sick or otherwise incapacitated; but when I do, it's not fun to be around. I hate feeling weak and take it personally that others want to take my independence from me by doing small favors. I'm sick, not an invalid. For some reason, I take on a me-against-the-world attitude; that's where I am today.

If this week weren't so busy and if I didn't have to stay late for a meeting tonight, I'd be at home in my pajamas wrapped in a warm blanket with a bowl of soup in one hand and the remote control in the other.

On the other hand, there is a demented joy about getting sick. Or rather, the feeling of complete restored health makes me realize that it's something we often take for granted.

So, I'll lay on the couch popping Ricola like candy. Just don't ask if you can get me anything while you're up. But thank you.