Yuck

Been fighting this cold for a few days now. Same pattern every time. Scratchy throat. Sore throat. Dry cough. Productive cough. Stuffed nose.

Right now I am at the next to last stage, but sore from coughing, and I just feel run down. And unproductive. Couldn't do grades because the system is down (for the two schools on a trimester system, I think), and not much going on. Hot and humid outside, so expecting a typical spring cold front to blow through, with thunderstorms, damaging winds, etc. This will go on through May, probably.

So much goes on in my head so quickly it is easy to forget that not everybody else understands when I go off on small things. Not that I have, or anything, but I remember back in Brooklyn, one of our neighbors was pretty high strung. She couldn't cope with the sounds of kids playing in the courtyard, and once went so far as to stab a basketball with a knife. But in a way, I understand what she was going through. In her own mind, pressures were mounting, little things pecking away at her composure, and eventually there is the proverbial straw - and the blowup. It happens to me, too, and I know people, even those close to me, go "where did THAT come from?" Well, that is where. You keep things inside, they percolate (do people even know that verb anymore? Nostalgic memories of coffee percolators) and finally burst free, usually scaring people who aren't even the source of the distress (since the distress is a million little things, and no one person even realizes their minute role in it all).

Maybe I will go watch the Oscars.