Sickness has eaten my reason to go out this Weekend, so bed struck i have been as of Late. What about -Work- you say ??.. I don't know, i was sent home. Which is fine with me, i'm sure Parents don't appreciate me Spluttering my Virus Wriddled Second Hand, Contaminated Lung Fuel upon their children's Innocent faces. My Throat feels like the Reused, Recycled Walls of Hell, Hot and Temprid. Rejecting and denying access to that which is my favorite pass time - Eating Food !! How Dare this happen to me, Infectious Diseased Rat. Torture in it's true Form, is not having use of that which you had not too long ago. It's like how appreciative you are that your finger tip can jam up the rim of your nose, and remove any obstructions. To having this comfort removed, you now feel uncomfortable, and the old saying applies -here- We take things for Granted, until it is gone. Much like Grandma's funny facials, and odd contortions with her False Teeth and jaws - Or the smell of Granddad, after he's spent the Saturday Morning in the Garden pruning, and messing about with the leaves. A wisp of my Health is slowly returning, and i can feel it now. With every sip, gasp, gag, and thunderous cough. I am no longer excreting odd excrements of green and yellow. But rather i could drown out the sound of Bag Pipes with my own -Wind- Pipes. Oh the ingenuity. I am the Mountain Lightening. The Winter Wraps us all in it's Blanket of Sickness, and our nights will be spent together in Coldness. The tight Ice-Hugs that bound us to confide in our Electric Blankets, gather together the Legion of Hot Water Bottles, and pile the decks thick with Wool are near. The darkness compares not to the coldness, and it is then we realise the Moon and Sun are not a like at all, though one shines bright to illuminate the night sky, it's hand will not reach down to bask us in it's warmth, as the sun does. Is this intensional ?