I’m still a cement-head.
No, not that kind.
The kind with a stuffy head. I hate it. I’ve had a cold for a while and am remembering just how bad it feels! I haven’t had something like this in a long, long time.
I call that, the good time.
I was supposed to go see an awesome performance tonight…a friend’s son in a high-school play. I love going to stuff like that. It’s fun and it brings back great memories. I played Linus in a high school production of You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown. It was a lot of fun, I must say. I took over the role from a guy who was over six feet and had a beard.
Really.
But I digress.
Anyway, instead of being at a play, I’m here blowing my nose repeatedly. Ugh.
In between tea runs, I had a chance to watch Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer. He did a show tonight about raising the perfect puppy. It was so cute. Really. He adopted four different dogs of four different breeds and showed how to nurture their calmness.
Say it with me: AWWWWWW…
It really was nice. But it reminded me how fascinating dogs really are. They don’t complain…at least not in the way humans do. I mean, I’m sick and sometimes people must think my world is ending…I mean, it feels that way when I can’t draw breath through my nostrils, but still…dogs just kinda deal with it. Their actions are based so much on instinct, and they don’t get lost in themselves the way we do.
Now, of course, I’m no expert on any of this. I could be 100% totally wrong.
But I’m just going by what I’m seeing.
Still, there’s something refreshing in being able to complain. Is that terrible of me to say? There’s something cathartic about being able to acknowledge it, get it out, and get over it.
If I were a better person, I’d probably make it through life without the need to gripe, but I’m not.
Actually, if I were a good dog, I wouldn’t think about it.
Am I a bad person or a good dog?
Who cares. I’m going to take my green liqui-caps and head to bed. I wish I could breathe! I wish I could stop sneezing…I…I…
Woof!
-josh

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