I see a poem in your writing. Forgive me as I take your words from this post and move them around a bit:

Wavy, winding lines
Create jammer in my head
No haiku today
Let’s hope a mild cold instead.

This is beginning of the flu.
A slight headache that will pass.
Let’s hope it is.
Because I want to show you all this spread

It’s finished now, I was not able
To show it to you when I wrote
Last Tuesday came, Last Tuesday went
I’ll drink this tea in bed.

Much Peace

Instead of Poppies