Flu is such a short word. Flu. Small. Simple.
Influenza sounding more flora. More weighty. Simply more.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so under the weather. I lost days to it before losing track of what day it was.
The rain timed itself as keenly as it can this time of year.
Which did nothing to mature the palates of my pests from pea shoots and brassicae greens toward henbit or this star-shaped mystery.
Perhaps next year.
plumdirt 
Well said, all of it –though I’m sorry to hear.
It feels good to come out of it and feel how even more gratification there is in the smallest things.
Hope you’re on the mend and feeling better. Flu. Ugh.
Thank you. Finally mending and just in time for a cross-country train to some childhood wonder with a famous mouse or two 😉