It’s one of those times.

It’s when my body says, “Okay. I know you have plans- but today, you’re going to have to prioritize because I’m going to be having a cold. I get the irony of being in Seattle and having a hundred things to do. I get that you could do this much more easily in Butte. I get that it seems totally unfair and that it seems perfectly reasonable to think that maybe whining will make it go away faster. I get it. But this is the reality, Bub. Love it.”

I’m trying. Prioritize. Ok.

Well, seeing my doctor today can’t change, that’s at 1:30. Dinner with John Carroll and drinks with Al and the Dooleys- don’t know if I have the stamina, srsly. I can make that call later.  Ditto the matinee of whatever movie won’t reach Montana until April. I think I need an emergency haircut, so I could theoretically do that before the 1:30. Trader Joe’s for a few supplies? Doable- it’s close to the hospital.

Okay. I’ll love it.

And, I’ll take my Dayquil.