I Have A Cold

I have a cold. I figured if I crawled back into bed with a mustard pack for my chest, a mug of hot ginger tea, vitamin C to pop every hour or so, and surrounded myself with Kleenex, books, devices, and permission to be sick, I'd drift off to sleep.
Instead, I'm wide awake, itching to get up, watching these marvelous clouds coming over Forest Park, heading my way.