Yesterday came; yesterday went. I filled out my papers, got fitted for a crown on the surviving forward molar. Throughout the long day, the sky was bright and blue. This morning, gray has returned … and we’ve got something that’s surely “going around.”
I should have recognized yesterday’s mood as not entirely a reaction to stuff I didn’t want to do. I was coming down with something, which, by last night, had manifested as a headache that won’t quit, chills, and a sore throat. Garry was several hours and a few symptoms ahead of me.
Where do we pick this stuff up? And so fast, too. Today, I woke up with the same headache and sore throat with which I went to bed. We’ll just cancel any plans we had for the day. None is time-stamped.
I sure do wish I could zap this headache, though.
Why does the color of the sky so much affect our moods? Have you noticed that a bright blue sky makes you feel happy … but a dull, gray one tends to dampen the joy? Is this a built-in reflex? A programmed response that’s part of our DNA? It seems to be nearly universal to human beings … so perhaps.