KZ Gets Physical

I caught a terrible cold over the Thanksgiving weekend. My shoulders and back muscles are suffering through a familiar soreness, the kind of pain you would normally feel the day after a hard workout at the gym. Sometimes I’ll feel cold, and sometimes I’ll need to open all of the windows in the apartment in order to cool down. It’s been a seldom thing this weekend to feel just right. My throat is sore, my mouth is often dry, and the constant coughing and congestion have made it hard to breathe.

It’s such a simple thing, taking health and vitality for granted. When everything is going well, it’s all too easy to forget that we are very much physical beings. I live the majority of my life under the false assumption that I exist inside my mind — somewhere on a heady, cerebral plane. It takes miserable weekends like this one to drag me down from that lofty perch, and to remind me that we are all captives in our fragile, untidy vessels.

I know in time, my health will return, as will my gray, cynically sunny demeanor. Before that day arrived, I just figured it was worth marking the occasion with a well-placed groan, a weak and wheezy whisper of a gripe.

Well anyway, there it is. I’ll see you healthy folks in December.