Seven for Seven

Grouchy about sneezing 45 times in the middle of the night and 20 more this morning, this cold that I thought left hanging on with a  vengeance. Makes me feel dopey, not easy to sleep, I could use a Doc and I’m not happy about it all —and not bashful complaining about it here. In short, I am all seven dwarves at once, waiting for Snow White to come nurse me back to health. Though given the dismal track record of white women voters and the extraordinary work of black women, that story could definitely use a racial switch.

 

Some great artists were afflicted with debilitating sickness, but mostly they chose not to write about it. So I’ll stop here. Ah-choo!!!!!!