I have to brag about my perfect day on the trail:
--blissful sunshine pouring down onto decaying leaves and brush along the trail toward Poplar Sideroad
--no one at all on the trail past the river, so doggie could run free to sniff and seek out all the good smells and critters
--just the right amount of clothing for the temperature and my exertion, so I was Goldilocks; neither too warm or too cold, but just right
--a new and fun acquaintance, whose equally lovely dog neither attacked nor ran from my pooch
--the whole time, the unmistakable scent of the leaves and the sunshine and a feeling of luckiness to have an hour to walk such a rare and perfect late-fall day.
It was just great.
And then, as my sweetie and I made our dinner:
--a tickle at the back of the throat.
By 7 o'clock, my itchy, watery eyes and stuffed up nose were alternately shivering and sweating under the covers with my equally-afflicted darling.
Today, the only scent I can enjoy is VapoRub.