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- Five minutes ago I felt a strangeness in my lip, and I went to the mirror and found a fully formed cold sore, red, on my lip. I haven't had one in years. I blame my baker friend, who jinxed me by saying "mouth herpes" twice in the last two weeks. I'm typing with one hand, holding an ice cube wrapped in a washcloth to my mouth with the other. I am not sexy. The day, though, is lovely.
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