Fresh today · Thursday, 9 July

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

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Wishing your immune system the kind of comeback story Hollywood would buy.

Heal up — the couch indent is alarmingly permanent already.

May your symptoms be mild and your screen time generous.

Get well soon; we're running out of polite ways to ignore your cough on Zoom.

Hope the pharmacy line moved faster than your cold's exit strategy.

Recovery tip: if it tastes terrible, it's probably working — or expired.

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Wishing you fewer symptoms than reasons to dramatize them.

May your nose stop running before your patience does.

Get well — your roommate is documenting this for the future toast.

Hope your thermometer becomes the most boring object in your house soon.

Heal up so we can return to disagreeing about restaurant choices.

May the only thing contagious about you tomorrow be your bad puns.

Take the day. Take the week. Take the moral high ground forever.

Wishing you a recovery so fast your boss has to invent reasons to be impressed.

Hope your cold leaves the same way it came — without warning, mid-sentence.

Get well; your absence is making everyone else look productive.

May your tissues be soft, your shows be long, and your sick voice convincing.

Recover quickly — we've used up our good wishes and are recycling now.

May the road rise to meet you, and the hospital corridors flatten just as kindly.

May your strength return like spring after a hard Irish winter — slow, sure, undeniable.

Wishing you the luck of the Irish and the patience of a saint stuck in a waiting room.

May your healing be as steady as a peat fire and as warm besides.

May the wind be at your back and the worst of this firmly behind you.

Wishing you brighter days than a Galway summer, and they don't even have to try hard.

May the angels keep watch while the nurses take their well-earned tea.