I’ve had a cold for 10 days now. Nothing horrible (except over the weekend when I developed a fever, stopped wanting to eat, and thought I might die, but didn’t, so I guess it’s all good), and I’m much better now, thank you. But through it all I’ve been craving lemon tea with honey.
What with rules about food in my library (which I’m sure apply to sticky sweetness like honey) I can have my thermos of hot water and my tea bag in my office, but when I want to make myself a cuppa I have to trundle downstairs to the staff room, find my little bottle of honey, disengage it from the plastic bag that catches all the extra stickiness, put a dollop into my travel mug of tea, and trundle back up to my office.
Normally this wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, normally I look on such things as an excuse to get up and move around a little. But from the onset of the cold until today, stairs had a curious and unpleasant effect on my heart and lungs. I’d get honey into my tea, trudge up the stairs, pant for a minute while I waited for my legs to stop shaking, and then continue on my merry way. Now, before you start feeling all sorry for me, consider whether the honey was really worth it…
Nope. I didn’t think so.