Bless You

Bad stress can weaken the system, but good stress can too.  A wee vacation spawning a nasty little head cold doesn't seem all that uncommon.  The germs are hanging around, waiting to sing and dance on a red, chaffed nose, making everything somewhat miserable.  But it is the lowly tissue that I am grateful for today.  I never want to take it for granted again.  The box, a constant companion today.  Constant.

To the maker of the soft tissue...thank you. 

Sincerely,
Annie

P.S.  grammapat, you are a saint.  Garlic chicken soup was the most amazing ending to a perfectly miserable day.  Bless you, dear mom.