My Own Fault?

Perhaps it is from pulling tomato vines in the early morning air.
Or from not wearing socks with my skirt.
Perhaps I stayed out too late and too long talking outside.
Or maybe it was one of those elders I hugged at my mission reunion.
Perhaps I just did not get enough sleep.
Or it could be my psyche repeatedly telling me I'd rather be in bed.

Whatever it was, I somehow seem to have caught a cold.

It was a wonderful weekend, though.