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when it feels like summer, one shouldn’t have a cold. colds are for days that are blistering. colds are for days when you have nothing better to do than sit under a comforter watching television drinking how cider spiced with cinnamon. here, it is always summer. i have long forgotten what a blistering wind feels like. i have no recollection of snow.

i have a cold and it is hot. my face feels like a giant pimple rests behind my nose constantly seeping ooze. i have a cold and my nose runs. my nose runs and i sweat. one should not be sweating and whipping snot at the same time.

when one is sick they think of little else. they sit and sit and think about whipping their nose or if their nose is sore or if the cold is moving down to their throat. when one is well, one doesn’t take full advantage of their health. one sits around and watches espn (as i remember) or they go up to the kitchen, walk from one side to another wondering what they should be doing only to resign themselves to opening the cupboard and taking out a bag of salted something or other and eating them while continuing to think about what they should do.

back to the heat. i remember having a cold one summer and thinking it was the most terrible thing in the world; it would never happen to me again. i sniffled and blew and complained. i wasn’t enjoying the warmth or the air or anything that summer brings. now it is hot all year long. there are two seasons here: hot and hot with rain.

most of the students said i had a cold because we were changing seasons. the dry season is now beginning. i have not noticed a change in seasons but one class was so determined to make me well that they brought me over an entire bag of fruit and five (count them, five) liters of whole milk. maybe they want to fatten me up and make me well at the same time.