Unfortunately illness occasionally drags us down and we have to admit defeat for a day or two. Otherwise attempting to work through the fog that descends can be counter-productive and serve only to keep us shackled to the misery that is characterised by being ‘under the weather’.
I wondered where that seemingly inane phrase came from – ‘under the weather’: surely we are all underneath whatever weather happens upon us, be it clear skies and burning sun or gloomy clouds and ferocious rain?
Apparently it has it’s root in nautical language whereby those who were seasick would go under the deck to recover and were, quite literally, under the weather deck which would be the side of the ship that would take the brunt of the facing waves. There are some that believe it is linked to the weather being connected to particular ailments, thereby the feeling of being unwell was ‘under the weather’s’ control. Personally, the former seems to me a better explanation.
Anyway, the main gist of today’s post is to summarise that my writer’s tasks are currently on hold whilst I recover myself in anticipation of the Literature Festival this weekend. Don’t want to be ill for that. Sometimes the symptoms of my illness appear at the most inopportune times: as though they are living and are awaiting the chance to spoil the very things I look forward to the most. But I am a hardy sailor in such tumultuous waters, and even if thrown overboard I am confident of swimming to safety.
Ahoy! Matey, Ahoy!