Comments: Voting and Violence and Stuff

Fahrenheit Gesundheit, by Ogden Nash

Nothing is glummer
Than a cold in the summer.
A summer cold
Is to have and to hold.
A cough in the fall
Is nothing at all,
A winter snuffle
Is lost in the shuffle,
And April sneezes
Put leaves on the treeses,
But a summer cold
Is to have and to hold....


We're just getting over one, too.

Posted by Jonathan Dresner at August 11, 2004 06:08 PM

Feel better soon, Anne! Time seems to be slipping away from me, I'm so behind in my blog reading I have 9 more posts of yours to go...

Posted by Elayne Riggs at August 11, 2004 07:49 PM

*sigh* Molly Ivins makes the rest of us redundant, I think.

Posted by Amanda at August 12, 2004 09:06 AM

Jonathan -

Thanks for the poem. :) I think I'll forward it to my boss. He's the one who, bravely showing his dedication to the job, showed up for three weeks coughing and sneezing and carrying on until he managed to pass the infection to me.

I hate people who show up for work when they're contagious, thinking they're doing a good thing.

(Okay, I'm here today and I'm contagious, but he started it.)

Posted by Anne at August 12, 2004 09:18 AM

Elayne - Sometimes when I get that far behind, I just grit my teeth and ignore the older posts. That's the only way to keep up.

I've been ruthlessly cutting down the number of blogs I read daily anyhow. Too many days I have the choice to blog or read other blogs.

Amanda - Isn't that the truth? Most of the time I have to struggle against just transcribing everything she says.

Posted by Anne at August 12, 2004 09:20 AM

Actually, if the cold came from your boss, you might consider Nash's "Winter Complaint": http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poem=36868&poet=6637&num=116

Posted by Jonathan Dresner at August 13, 2004 04:33 AM

I'm e-mailing that to him now. :)

Posted by Anne at August 13, 2004 01:23 PM