It's NOT allergies

It's a cold. It's not allergies like I thought. I looked it up. My symptoms are that of a cold, and not allergies.

Last week Anna had this gunk and I didn't. I'd wipe her nose and her goopy eyes. Last Tues night I realized I'd just put my finger in my own eye around an hour after I touched hers and I realized right then that I doomed myself. If she had a cold, I just inoculated myself with it.

And it came on two days later.

I guess I was hoping it was allergies. People were telling me it was allergies.

But someone told me yesterday I should hope it is a cold because at least I know that will clear up eventually whereas allergies could drag out. She was right. I'd never thought of that. I guess I was just trying to avoid our great lack-of-illness track record we achieved through cold and flu season since last year seemed a little rough.

Alas, last week I was telling a co-worker that I know I'm jinxing myself and I am sure to get sick now from this, but we have been pretty healthy since our sinus infections last October/November. I was certain I'd get sick from the gloating.

And I guess I did. Anna too. In fact, I caught it from her.

Or I willed it. Which I tend to do, you see.

I guess I didn't think of it as a cold because no one other than me and Anna is sick right now, other than those around me who are claiming allergies. Why isn't Paul sick? Probably because he doesn't like to wipe noses and goopy eyes.

Who knows. It's a cold and compared to the flu I had last year, this is minor. It's all good. And it's settled.

Houston still sucks.