(This photo really has nothing to do with the content of this post, but his expression somehow seemed appropriate.)

Yesterday I was leaving the store loaded down with two arms full of things.

A gentleman in front of me saw the precariousness of the situation and said, “Oh, let me get the door for you.”

Then he made the automatic door open by walking in front of the sensor before me.

It is gestures like this that make me certain humanity is going to be just fine.

*****

There have been multiple occasions recently – enough multiples to make me think I may very well be on one of those “candid camera” shows – of people saying the following to me:

“Oh hey, look what the cat dragged in.”

Or this special phrase:

“You look like something the cat dragged in.”

Or some other variation with the key action of a cat dragging something.

Now, it’s true I haven’t been diligent about cutting my hair. And I’ve been embracing what could be perceived as a “bedraggled look” lately, letting my hair mostly just do what it wants (curls, curls everywhere), but really. At this rate, I’m not going to be something dragged by a cat but rather a woman who never goes anywhere without a hat firmly secured upon her head.

Hey, hats can be fun. I think it’s high time they make a resurgence.

*****

I have caught The Cold.

The dreaded illness that has been sweeping the halls of the 9-to-5 workplace in recent weeks, lurking in corners, waiting to pounce on all the unsuspecting who dare think, “I have escaped this round and emerged victorious.”

I was doing so well, avoiding The Cold when my family got it, narrowly dodging out of the path when Dan got it, sidestepping around the sneezes and coughs of so many around me who succumbed to it.

But, The Cold is a worthy opponent who waits until you least expect it. And then strikes!

And now I too have it.

On an unrelated note, I also have many cold medicines in my system right now. So let’s just chock this entire post and all its randomness up to that.