Only my third daily write, and I already need to make excuses for why I am going to skip a day.
I have a cold. I am tired. And I am grumpy.
In the time it has taken me to write these first few words, I have sneezed—twice. My nose is stuffy and I am breathing through my mouth. My head is stuffy, too: it feels like I am trying to think through a swimming pool of asparagus Jell-O.
I hate asparagus Jell-O.
Yes, I know, you are pretty sure they don’t even make asparagus Jell-O, but let me assure you, it is disgusting and difficult to think through, whether it is a real thing or not.