Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I Predict Victory
Bus shelter ad across from the Library of Congress.
A rag-tag gang of marauding virus somehow slipped through my usually iron-clad immune defense system, threatening me with a runny nose, slightly sore throat and the dull mind of a minor cold.
I suppose my weeklong bout of the blahs wedged a crack into my immunity. Add to that the gorgeous but devastating full moon of last weekend, and, well ... it's no wonder. Also I got energetically blasted yesterday. I was so surprised by the attack I didn't have time to get my shields in place. Yeah, I took a hit, not a big deal, but it did get to me.
Thanks to the skillful swordsmanship* of the Sufi acupuncturist, plus several cups of brownish tea (Chinese herbs) and an Airborne or two, I believe the rag-tag bunch will soon be meeting their makers, if there is such a thing. A nice hot shower tonight and an undisturbed night's sleep should restore my well guarded boundaries.
Go forth, ye cold virus. I mean it, get out of here! Go!
*He wields the needles as if they were the tiniest of swords, he does.