I started writing this on Twelfth Night with a horrible virus thing in throat and ears which has finally slowed to the occasional cough and a bit of a runny nose. This I attribute to a lot of exercise and eating like a horse, but it is just as likely that diminished pile of drugs to my left had an influence. Either way, this seemed a great idea for a week’s worth of Haiku, and it seems to have done the trick.
I’m well again, and you get a week’s work of mini-masterpieces in one hit.
Poorly Sick
There’s no escaping
Temperature rising: not love,
Impending illness.
At the Pharmacy,
Feeling awful: grab the things
Help you get better.
Go to bed early,
Try not to stress: relaxing
Hot lemon, honey.
Convincing your brain
Tomorrow will be better:
Just relax tonight.
I hate being ill:
Feeling poorly: sick and me
Never get along.
