The virus was kind. Or, at least, it was courteous: It delayed its gratification. It could have made me really, really sick more than a week ago. Instead, it decided to wait until I finished my semester. Not that I was feeling great as I graded all of those papers and exams: I was functioning just well enough for that, but not much else.
So now that I'm finished until next month, I still haven't been riding. It has nothing to do with the weather, which has been cold, but not unseasonably so: last week's snow is gone. It also has nothing to do with the shorter hours of daylight: I have my blinkies and other safety equipment. And I do have one thing in common with Santa's most famous reindeer.
Yes, my nose is red. But it won't guide any sleighs or bikes or much of anything else besides my sneezes.
Since I can't ride, or do much else, I will try to find out what, exactly, gave Rudolph his red nose. Surely it wasn't my virus!
So now that I'm finished until next month, I still haven't been riding. It has nothing to do with the weather, which has been cold, but not unseasonably so: last week's snow is gone. It also has nothing to do with the shorter hours of daylight: I have my blinkies and other safety equipment. And I do have one thing in common with Santa's most famous reindeer.
Yes, my nose is red. But it won't guide any sleighs or bikes or much of anything else besides my sneezes.
Since I can't ride, or do much else, I will try to find out what, exactly, gave Rudolph his red nose. Surely it wasn't my virus!
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