Just Like Peter Rabbit

I must say when I was a child I had a hard time understanding why Peter Rabbit got so sick after his escapades in Mr. McGregor’s garden. I couldn’t imagine drinking yucky camomile tea.

But after my experience with the cold yesterday I understood perfectly well how Peter must have felt. For the next 24 hours I nursed my body with tea and rest and felt like staying between the covers all day.

I even gave in and drank a glass of Airborne to ward off whatever seemed to be lurking close by. I call that an extreme measure.

Even though I always allied myself with Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, I still had an admiration for Peter Rabbit, who managed to get out of all sorts of scrapes in his adventures. I was always so happy when he made it home, only to be banished to bed.

The difference in a half century is that I now love camomile tea and can’t imagine anything better than being put to bed with a warm cup of tea.

It is nice to be feeling better once again. However, it was a lesson not to put my body in such a compromised position. Sitting out in cold weather just doesn’t agree with me.