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FRODO'S JOURNAL - A day in the life of a Hobbit of the Shire. (Pre-Quest Years)
Out of Sorts
lord of the rings I woke up yesterday day feeling rather out of sorts.
A feeling of listlessness accompanied me all day. Sam appeared after supper to see if I wanted to have an ale or two at the Green Dragon, but I begged off. By nightfall, I began to get a clue as to what was wrong; my throat felt dry, and by bed time it was decidedly scratchy.
This morning I awoke with a full-blown head cold, complete with stuffy nose and sneezing. I suppose that’s what I get for letting Merry and Pippin talk me into going fishing in mid winter. After the card game with Falco and Fatty, Pippin and Merry were ready to move on to some new entertainment, and an hour later we were sitting on the bank of the Bywater Pool. We stuck it out for three hours while the wind whipped around us, the last hour spent with a cold and steady drizzle that peppered us just enough make us decidedly uncomfortable, with not even one fish to show for our efforts.
I contemplated just staying in bed all day, but I remembered hearing somewhere that if you got up and got dressed you’d feel better. So, I thought I’d give it a try. I didn’t feel any better. So, the next plan of action took me to the kitchen where I spent the next half-hour with a towel over my head, bent over a steaming pan of water. That did work. At least for a little while, I could breathe through my nose once more.
Then, it was back to the kitchen to heat up some more water. This particular activity kept me occupied for the next couple of hours, during which, at some point I found myself wondering if Merry or Pippin had suffered any ill effects from our winter fishing venture. Somehow, I doubted it.
It was too bad that I didn’t have any horehound tea on hand. However, I did have some peppermint. So, I treated myself to a cup of that before I crawled back into bed. I considered a trip to the local herbalist, but quickly dismissed that thought. I didn’t relish the idea of going out.
Besides, there was always the chance that I would encounter either Mundee or Bennie. I have a suspicion that they might be more than eager to nurse me back to health. And, I just don’t think I have the strength for that right now.
A feeling of listlessness accompanied me all day. Sam appeared after supper to see if I wanted to have an ale or two at the Green Dragon, but I begged off. By nightfall, I began to get a clue as to what was wrong; my throat felt dry, and by bed time it was decidedly scratchy.
This morning I awoke with a full-blown head cold, complete with stuffy nose and sneezing. I suppose that’s what I get for letting Merry and Pippin talk me into going fishing in mid winter. After the card game with Falco and Fatty, Pippin and Merry were ready to move on to some new entertainment, and an hour later we were sitting on the bank of the Bywater Pool. We stuck it out for three hours while the wind whipped around us, the last hour spent with a cold and steady drizzle that peppered us just enough make us decidedly uncomfortable, with not even one fish to show for our efforts.
I contemplated just staying in bed all day, but I remembered hearing somewhere that if you got up and got dressed you’d feel better. So, I thought I’d give it a try. I didn’t feel any better. So, the next plan of action took me to the kitchen where I spent the next half-hour with a towel over my head, bent over a steaming pan of water. That did work. At least for a little while, I could breathe through my nose once more.
Then, it was back to the kitchen to heat up some more water. This particular activity kept me occupied for the next couple of hours, during which, at some point I found myself wondering if Merry or Pippin had suffered any ill effects from our winter fishing venture. Somehow, I doubted it.
It was too bad that I didn’t have any horehound tea on hand. However, I did have some peppermint. So, I treated myself to a cup of that before I crawled back into bed. I considered a trip to the local herbalist, but quickly dismissed that thought. I didn’t relish the idea of going out.
Besides, there was always the chance that I would encounter either Mundee or Bennie. I have a suspicion that they might be more than eager to nurse me back to health. And, I just don’t think I have the strength for that right now.
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