Maybe I’m strange, but there’s a certain nostalgia that comes to me when I’m sick like I am on a day like today.
It’s cold and cloudy, enough so that even with the heat up, there’s still a chill that creeps into your bones, as if your body just knows how cold it really is and there’s nothing you can do to convince it otherwise. (Now, imagine if it were colder than freezing.) It’s a good day for warm cup after warm cup of coffee.
Sinus infections remind me of being a kid, staying home from school, and spending a lot of time with my mother. I stayed sick, it seemed, when I was younger. Every few months, I’d be blowing it out my nose and coughing it out of my chest. And coffee is my drink of choice when I feel like this.
Coffee was a big part of growing up for me. My dad drinks coffee all the time, and I drank it when I was little because it was awesome to do the things my dad did — well, the things I could do, too.
So, all the ingredients are here today to remind me of a certain aspect of my childhood: a warm cup of coffee on a cold, cloudy, stuffy day.
It’s colder than freezing here. I’m going to have a cup of coffee in your honor. :)