Morning's Light

I have a cold.  *sniff*  *sneeze*  *cough* (and…….repeat)

I am around Mr. and Mrs. Paranoid who are avoiding me and my office and the papers in my hands as if I have the plague. 

Did NOT see this cold coming.  Not even when I received the following email from my mom yesterday.

Am home sick.  STOP Have a cold.  STOP Send chicken soup with the evening mail. STOP*

What bigger red flag do I need that I too might get the cold my mom got from her two youngest grandkids..the very same ones I was throwing in the air (AND catching), cooing at and hugging and kissing all I could this past weekend? 

*Anyone know why telegrams did this? (okay – the people who transmitted the telegrams, not the telegrams themselves) put STOP in there? Then with the evening mail delivery, there used to be a time when there was morning and evening mail deliveries…where a mom could put some soup on a train and it could be picked up by one of her kids at one of the stops.  I read that in a historical fiction book once.  those were THE DAYS!