It's late and I think I'm getting sick. I can feel it behind my nose getting swollen and painful. I don't get sick a lot, but when I do this is where it starts. So I got up to make myself some tea and ended up burning my finger.
I can't help thinking it's a kind of metaphor.
Or an Aesop fable of sorts. You know the kind. Fox selfishly gets ill then selfishly gets up to make himself tea. Fox ends up burning his finger. Wait...
Anyway, you get the point and that is, I wish I could start over. Start over getting sick, making the tea, moving here, starting my job, this post.
But since we're this far in on all counts, I need to find a way to put some ice on the proverbial burns and make the most of it. Like now, for example. I think my tea is cool enough to drink. Now that's a happy ending.