I finished reading one of the photo blogs I follow titled “In The Pink”. My immediate thought was to create a short post titled “In The Pink…..I Don’t Think”. Or maybe “In The Pink….Not Really”. In the end, I came up with the original title you see here.
For the past two weeks, I have been down and out for the count with a nasty little bug that started with three days of scratchy throat, followed by what felt like a full-blown cold, followed by a return of the sore throat, altered hearing, and completely no sense of taste except for differentiation between sweet, sour, and salty. If you blindfolded me and then fed me a piece of chicken, it would be the same as if you were feeding me a piece of alligator….or ostrich….or tofu….well, OK, I would figure that one out just from the mouth-feel.
Anyway, I’ve not been up to par, but I am incrementally improving, which is a good thing since I will be on a plane to Washington State next week, visiting Seattle, Mt. Rainier, the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival, and celebrating my and my brother-in-law’s birthdays in eastern Washington.
I like to try and post something once a week, and this was pretty much all I could come up with. Dad took this shot of me when I was, oh, maybe two or three years old, zonked out on the swing set in our postage-stamp back yard in Montana. I’ve been in a state of “zonked-outedness” now for two weeks and am ready to wake up…..but, well, not tonight; I’ve taken my Nyquil (which still tastes bad even when I don’t have any taste buds).
Hope all of you out there are in a better frame of health.