I am sitting at my desk,

wearing a white terry robe

that was in my hotel room in France, many years ago.

It is a comfort robe.It hugs me while I am ill.

It is thick material,

but worn and soft from many washings.

***

My body has a mind of its own today.

It aches, cannot stop sneezing

and I am sorry to say,

has a temperature that might fry an egg.

I know where I caught this.

She sat next to me at the Valentine concert on Saturday night.

She and her date arrived late.

The Orchestra was seated.

When she sat down she kept talking. Fabulous seats, fabulous Concert Hall, fabulous Valentine Night.

I skootched closer to Larry. Mr Jeff Tyzik arrived. The overture started.

Fabulous!

Miss Sneezy Pants pulled out a hanky. It was a burgundy affair, the size of a small tablecloth.

She sneezed, blew her nose and proceeded to wipe at her nostrils.

I looked at Larry, raising one eyebrow. He gave me that sick grin that means, I am glad that it is you and not me.

Miss Sneezy Pants wore a full bungee skirt. Very elastic and her boots were Russian style, and invading my leg room.

Achoo. The red hanky came out again. I was in trouble, leaving my hands in my lap, trying not to touch anything.

It was then I put her out of my mind. The music of the evening touched me in a wonderful way. We had had a picnic, sent a Valentine balloon off and now enjoying what happens when so many people with talent come together and share. It is always an amazing journey of creativity and inspiration.

Intermission.

Miss Sneezy Pants sat in her seat the entire time,

The music is fabulous, Look at the fabulous audience, wait till you see my fabulous new head shots. Oh. a wanna-be model. I should have known.

As I sat, enjoying the remainder of the concert, staying as far away from Miss Sneezy Pants as I could, I tried imagining Valentines Day without a date. That had not happened since 1972. My attitude changed...and I was happy that she had a date and that she came anyway, even IF she was sick.

I am thinking, at least I did not catch this in an airplane, and I can be sick in my own white robe, with my own tea cups, in my own bed. Fabulous!

But, one cannot help but wonder, if Miss Sneezy Pants, kissed her date good night on Saturday night?

Love you,

Me.