THE COLD
Hey there sagacious reader. One of the (way too many) bad things about being an old bird is Cold and Flu Season. Which, as far as I'm concerned, is year round. I mean I can 'catch a cold' just as easily in the Spring as I can in the Fall or Winter. Or the Summer for that matter. But when it's 90 to 100 degrees outside calling it a cold just doesn't seem right. But what else is there? I don't suppose people want to go around telling everyone they caught a 'hot'. (Too many visuals involved.) So there it is. And who the heck coined the phrase "catch a cold"? Would anyone in their right mind want to catch one? I think not.

What's up with that? As if getting older isn't punishment enough what with all the unwarranted aches and pains. And cramping. Right out of the blue, for no reason at all, cramps in muscles I didn't even know I had! Kind of sucks the fun out of life. I can't even stretch anymore without fear of doing bodily damage. It's as if my body has mutinied. Ungrateful, that's what it is. And after everything I've done for it over the (many, many) years. Lots of yummy foods, lots of Vitamin D, exercise at least once or twice a month. Sheesh! Then there's the unwanted and surprising leaks that can occur at any given moment. Sooo embarrassing!

In closing, I'd like to address that nasty little 'cold' virus that roams the Earth, gleefully attacking all who dare stand in its way. To you, misbegotten, miserable, worthless plague on humanity. You are the zit on a maggots ass. And so on behalf of all I say, BITE ME!