Scratchy Throat

Enough about Uta Tulu and erotic romps through the respritory system of a big blue.

I woke up with a slightly scratchy throat, you know the kind. The kind you could easily sink into if you had a mid term coming up. The kind you embrace when the weather sucks but just not quite enough to keep you home from work, or the opera or dinner at your mother in laws house.
The kind of scratch in the throat that could be vanquished by stopping all thoughts of discomfort and focus on nothing but all the great things you need to do this week, and a big swig of OJ.
I've fought off colds and viruses and infections even frost nip once (took a year but my toes came back round eventually) and have subdued the odd seizure. I've found good health, usually comes down to choice. My choice.

I choose today, to be well and to fight the scratchiness of the throat, to resist the comfy call of my bed, duvet and kick ass fluffy pillows. No instead I'll brew my tea, mabey rent a movie, curl up on the couch and keep my notebook handy to capture any stray flashes of inspiration.
One thing I know for sure, today I relax.