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Apples and Oranges

My head feels like it's full of the fuzzy stuff that clings to cough drops when they come loose from their wrappings and adhere to the lining of your favorite purse. I have an annoying cough that has me momentarily tempted to check the inner recesses of my purses in the hopes of finding one such fuzzy gem. Alas, it would take far too much effort. I'll sip my tea instead and hope that the tickle at the back of my throat isn't headed to the depths of my lungs in a bronchial something or other that will shake the foundations of my house as I hack. Wouldn't it be nice if you could cough up a lung and clean it out thoroughly before replacing it?

I am stressed and I am certain that a portion of my restlessness has been brought about by whatever it is that is making chest feel like someone has filled it with feathers and play-dough. I am trying to peel some oranges and eat them for their vitamin C. It seems like a lot of work and I wish I had a pill to take. I wish I had several pills. One to deal with the insurance adjuster for the storm damage on my house, one to deal with the IRS and one to deal with my immune system. All I have are oranges and the hope that God protects me as the apple of His eye.

I think that trumps Nyquil any day.


Psalm 17:8
Keep me as the apple of your eye;
hide me in the shadow of your wings,

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