Edelweiss

The dark times are here. 8.30am and a layer of mist continuous with a murky grey cloud cover extends as far can be seen, keeping my circadian clock firmly at 6. Yesterday, I scanned a book on the Seiser Alm in the wood-floored and rustic waiting room of the doctor's practice. Butter-witches, well-fed mayors, and freeclimbers in a fairy tale landscape begging for a werewolf or two and collectively symbolised by the Edelweiss: a testament to life in a harsh world. It all gave my rebelling goblet cells and baneful Streptococcus colonization of my system a bit of context and my head stopped complaining. Memories of the hours spent in the dish (dispensary) back in KIS or trying to avoid the dish and sit in front of the fireplace with a cup of something, just listening to the rain on the moss and ducking occasionally when on-patrol staff members would lope by. It helped passed the time. Hopefully, reflections such as this and the Merck stamped Penicillin will let me get through this football lecture in my War and Culture class and the re-streaking waiting for me in the lab. I might slyly inoculate a couple of petri dishes with my untoward residents...