It's been freakishly cold here in northern Utah the past week or so.
Dry, cold air and a high that holds the smog close to the earth for all
of us to breathe.
Then there's the altitude. We live at about 4500 feet. Not as much
oxygen in our air as in sea level air.
The mister and I caught a bad cold (flu?) right before Christmas.
We slept through most of the festivities. Coughing and fevers and aches and
more coughing. Which turned into bronchitis.
FINALLY feeling a little better.
But still coughing.
Sometimes I need something like this to happen so that I don't take
my usually good health for granted.
Lessons come in all shapes and sizes.