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Comfort Reads

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by Shari Randall

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…and the time of the year when the sound of sniffles and sneezing is as prevalent as carols and silver bells.

If you do end up getting sick this winter, I hope it will be with the kind of cold that keeps you home, but doesn’t knock you out completely. The best case scenario is that you’re sick enough to stay cozy in bed, but well enough to binge all those shows your friends are talking about or enjoy one of the books on your nightstand.

I’m a realist. I stock up on Kleenex, chicken soup, and tea so I’ll be ready when a cold hits. Being cooped up with a cold is bad, but being cooped up without something good to read or watch while on the couch is worse.

When I have a cold, there’s nothing better than a warm cup of tea and a comfort read. So before flu season starts, along with chicken soup and Tylenol, I’m stocking up on good comfort reads. My comfort reads are classic cozy mystery favorites, short stories by Agatha Christie, the Mrs. Pollifax series by Dorothy Gilman, or Alexander McCall Smith’s Number One Ladies Detective series.

I wish you happy holidays, good health, and a great stockpile of comfort reads when you need them.

What is your comfort read go-to?

Shari Randall is the author of the Lobster Shack

mystery series from St. Martin’s Press. Her latest is a holiday story called “The Queen of Christmas.”

The Week The World Stopped by Debra H. Goldstein

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The Week
The World Stopped by Debra H. Goldstein

The bug
that’s going around finally caught me. I coughed, but didn’t think anything of
it. Then, I coughed again. Within hours, I felt my chest tightening as the
cough became more pronounced and other symptoms crept upon me. I cursed.

My
cursing wasn’t directed at the bug, but at two women. One of them sat behind me
at a conference the day before coughing non-stop. Mid-day, she confided to her
seat mate she’d been diagnosed with the flu earlier in the week, but having
paid, didn’t want to miss this special speaker. The other was a friend I hadn’t
seen for a few weeks who came up, hugged and kissed me, and in bringing me up
to date on her family mentioned her daughter had a bad case of the flu last week,
but she’d started Tamiflu immediately, so she was sure that was why she’d only
felt a little ill the past few days.

I
cursed because considering my calendar for the upcoming weeks, the last thing I
needed to be was sick. But, I was.

My
calendar always is booked, but with out-of-state travel coming up in the next
few weeks, I’d squeezed extra things into that week. Within hours, I knew days
of plans were going to be a non-go. I cancelled my next day’s activities, which
would have brought me in contact with friends and family, and crawled into bed.
Instead of the next day’s meetings and a fun lunch and dinner, I used part of
that day clearing my calendar for the rest of the week. Plans juggled on my
calendar were ruined. I felt bad about that and I felt bad in general.

After a
day or two, I wasn’t fit for interaction with other humans, but I could focus
on my computer. I wrote. I knocked out a short story and the end of a novel. The
quiet was nice. I attacked our tax papers. The solitude felt good. I wrote some
more. Nothing interrupted my concentration. I read.

I got
well. Life went back to its normal craziness. It’s nice to be back in my regular
groove of insanity, but there was something to be said about stopping the world
for a few days.