Spring Fevers

I've had a nasty bout with the flu since last week. It's a tenacious flu, let me tell you; it's hung around for too long: the nausea, body aches, fever, and weakness.

Our spring break was this week, and aside from being sick, I've had to work, so it's not been much of a break for me. It felt and looked like spring for a few days last week; warm and sunny, and many trees and flowers put on their pink and white and finest greenery, and the soft air was perfumed with blossoms and petals. But suddenly, the cold was back, and the blossoms were shivering in the cold wind and rain. I don't mind cold, but I wish the weather would make up its contrary mind.

I knew some weird weather was imminent, though; the moon was surrounded by a huge hazy ring three days ago, and the clouds looked like mackerel scales. And I swear, the moon was full for about three days in a row, so maybe that's why I haven't been able to sleep so well lately. Or maybe it's the time change and the changing of the seasons.

My "spring fever" kept me in bed most of the week, and I haven't felt like writing. I've watched a lot of television, and read some books on fiction writing for my class. But now I'm feeling the itch to start writing again. I'll take the writing bug over the flu bug any day, thank you.