The Fourteenth Century

Made it through another long winter and essentially no problems finishing my long fiction in here.  But what happens at the onset of my favorite time of the year, when it gets wet?  I get a doozey of a head cold and get sapped of ambition.  These things are gross!  You either inhale or put a virus(es) up your nose, and in days, it chews up the membranes up in the nasal cavity and back of the throat.  I NEVER want to be in a professional forum when I fight one of these: making grotesque sounds with the nose & throat and blowing out stuff about as colorful as my next drawing before the month is out (done before I got "hit.").  Now, I am achy, shivery, and not breathing as usual when I try to get sleep.  Maybe, this is nature's way of saying "take it easy?"  And the weather outside also reflects how I am feeling now.  Nevertheless, my 9,700th solar observation days is soon to come, and I want to observe the rare transit of Mercury across the Sun on May 9.  That's the way it is, as I enter the 14th Century of deviations in here -- over 300 more than I ever thought I would reach.  So, things go SLOW now, but I can still create "stuff," and it is primitive as can be -- depending on how you take it.   Time for more aspirin; wish I could take a long warm bath.