Day 3 of the year and the cold still brews a hearty cough in my chest. Hell Yeah. This cold is persistent and insistent in keeping me feeling like drudge. Colds suck, don’t they? It really takes time out of my day just so I can feel like crud. My own version of pampering lasted until this morning when I woke up. Suddenly, I didn’t want to be patient with being sick anymore. I also did not want to share another night on the couch with three cats, each shoved in one of my crevasses or another, conveniently comfortable. I find myself chatting at the cats about giving a sick person space sometimes like they even care and that’s when I realized I’m done feeling sick. Of course, that doesn’t stop the congestion or runny nose. And I think to myself, Damn, another thing I have no control over.