Spring Fever Becomes Summer Cold

When I start to organize my thoughts in writing, I realize that I think more in fragments than in a unified idea. After I put a subject and object together to make a sentence it occurs to me that I never knew I thought that. It's been especially bad the last couple of weeks because I've had a head cold. By the time I found a verb, I forgot what the object was.
Lots of sparky ideas got reabsorbed into the fog of my achy head. Like the Nature versus Nurture debate. Jerry refuses to admit when he is sick while I expect everyone to say 'poor, baby,' then give me some home remedy advice. So when his nine year old granddaughter was stubbornly stoic even though she had the exact same virus that I did, I think 'Nature- she was born to be grouchy when sick, refusing to admit anything is wrong.'
So some of my sparky ideas are half-baked, and looking back on my last paragraph, I'm glad I didn't spend more effort trying to make something of them. Because, like this one, once I took the trouble to write it down, I probably will blog it.
Which is one of the valid criticisms of blogging- people publish stuff without editors who would rightfully throw away articles that might sound good to a barely unfevered brain.
I'll try harder next time, but since I took the trouble to fill half a page, and since I don't have an editor, I'll post this. It's my nature.
Nancy Sherer