Will you please say a prayer or two that I get over this annoying and rather bad head cold I have picked up? I haven’t had a cold from all last fall and through the winter, only to get one here.
Which it reminds me of a scene in Thirteen Gun Salute, wherein there is a great Aubreyism (Jack often gets his wires crossed with proverbs, sayings, aphorisms). Dr. Stephen Maturin and Capt. Jack Aubrey are chatting:
‘How often have I not said “Ha, it is six months since I had a cold”, only to wake up the next day streaming and incapable of coherent speech?’
‘What an unfailing source of cheer and encouragement you are, upon my word, Stephen. A true Job’s muffler if ever there was one.’
I am supposed to be coherent on Saturday and fear for my audience.
And if you Fishwrap readers don’t want to pray to the same God we Christians recognize, I would prefer that you click the waving flag is send me money. Pecunia non olet. (As if I could smell anything anyway.)
As Preserved Killick might say, “Misery ain’t in it.”
