Mom caught a cold. Andrew has a cold. Jen really has a cold. My constant prayer is that I would not get sick until after Sunday. I'm sure everyone feels this way at times, when family members are dropping like flies all around: There's no avoiding the family illness. It's just a matter of time until it catches you. But since we have events over the weekend, I'm trying to hold out until Monday.
One way to try not to get sick is to take medicine preventionally: to ward it off, to boost your immune system. But then, if you take too much medicine sometimes you can't tell if you're really getting sick or not. I took quite a bit of cayenne tincture last week. So then you get phantom sicknesses: am I really sick? Is my throat starting to get sore? And can't we all see that black cloud of germs floating overhead? The ratio of sick germs alone is enough to ensure you will get it.
In other news, I cut off eight inches of my hair. It's a New Year's tradition that Jen and I have been practicing for the past few years. It's a relief, really. I've had long hair all my life, and I enjoy having long hair- it's very feminine. But on the other hand, really long hair is a pain, especially in the dry winter season. And not to worry, it will grow back in six months. Jen cut her hair shoulder length and mine is a few inches longer. As good as it feels I don't think I could ever but my hair that short.