As I was getting out of bed this morning, I felt terrible. I had this cough sitting in the back of my throat that I felt like I could not get rid of. I went downstairs to have something to eat, but found that I just could not force myself to eat anything while feeling like I do. Mom noticed something was up. I'm not sure if it was my lack of hunger or my coughing, but I knew that I needed to act like nothing was wrong for her sake. I went off to work, but I did not feel like writing anymore today for the column. I made a few corrections to the piece that I had and turned it in for tomorrow's paper.

I just keep thinking about this cough that I have, and the fact that I look skinnier than normal. Something just does not seem right with me. I have tried to do my normal routine, but cannot seem to get into the rhythm. Maybe, I should just relax and read some Wilde. Maybe that will calm my nerves.

Edmund