Summer colds in the desert suck.

They suck more when they suddenly appear out of nowhere on a Monday morning.

Because don’t we all want to start the week out hot, sniffly, fuzzy headed AND with a stomach demanding time away from a Monday desk?

Still, I put my big girl panties on, popped some ibuprofen and headed out into our really weird morning weather and drove to work.

A dust storm was brewing on the ground – rain clouds threatening above.

I arrived at my office, opted for no music (headache vetoed that) and dug into my inbox.

I was productive and quiet.

It is very unusual for me to be quiet anywhere.  And when at work – it is noticed by everyone.

And I’m not one of those ‘sniff sniff … sigh – shuffle around the office looking miserable’ sick people.

I shut the hell up when I don’t feel well. Not a fisher.  And would prefer to be left alone.

Anyway, the owners arrived and the “What’s wrong with you?” inquiries began as soon as they noticed I was not being loud and hyper, especially considering it’s Star Wars day!

“Little cold – upset tummy.”

They steer clear after that.

No busy agent has time to catch a germ.

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Had to run to Wal-Mart for something on my break.

I always enter through the garden department, avoiding the part of the parking lot where people drive like they’re in bumper cars and arrows do not exist in their world.

Within the store, whilst just reaching the side of a man I was trying to pass (who was going v-e-r-y slowly) I heard him say: “I need a hoe.”

My eyes widened.  I really hoped he meant for the garden. I really hoped he thought he was saying it to someone he came with and believed was behind or beside him.

He turned to see me – awkwardness on his face turning to an embarrassed half grin before quickly averting his eyes.  I kept up my pace and passed him as a small smile found my mouth, leaving him to do that push-pause-and-peer aisle thing, looking for his shopping partner.

(YOU know the aisle thing I’m talking about … you’ve done it.  We’ve all misplaced someone in a store.)

The humor of the whole thing gave me the burst of energy I needed to grab my two items and head back to work.

Oh!  Speaking of humor, and having used the rabbit above – something cracked me up this morning too.

I was outside with my honey – about to leave for work when upon gazing at the desert cottontails all about, he asked: “Where do all the rabbits get their water from?”  I contemplated that for a minute, not recalling ever having come across a rabbit in a puddle, or at a hose bib.  “I think they get it from the plants.” I concluded.  He gave it a beat before responding: “The plants sell them bottled water?”

*sigh*

I am surrounded by comedy.

I’m also totally OCD when it comes to having something unanswered – so you know I googled it.  And guess what?  I was partially right.

“Moisture from cacti and other plants fills most of their water needs, but they readily drink water if it is available.”

Now we know.

Think I’ll put Gatorade on some of the plants tonight though … you know … for the ones with Summer colds.