Years ago when Sweetie and his brother were both making their living as musicians, they were sitting around the table sharing their music tales with their elderly grandmother. Grams obviously appreciated music herself as she nodded and looked wistfully at some point on the wall, remembering her favorite tunes. As she looked back at them, instead of saying music what came out was
Mucus makes everyone a little happier.
Sweetie and I use the phrase now and again, and we both break up laughing. After all, what would we do without it? mucus, I mean?
Except it's not so funny lately. I've been horking an overabundance of the stuff out of my nose for well over a week now -- green, white, yellow -- and I'm finding myself less than happy about mucus.
Somehow I blame it for the fact that I feel lousy. Intellectually, I know that overabundance of mucus is there for me, hauling colonies of virus germs out of my bod with every kleenex. But, emotionally, my head is full of vanilla pudding and my eyes are watery puffs...because of it I'm sleeping my weekends away and because of it I’m not riding and because of it I'm missing gatherings of friends.
Don't shoot the messenger. Mucus is just doing its job...without it, we'd all be worse off. Think about it for a minute.
On second thought, maybe don't think about it.
- O hork B