Can we puh-leeze just break 50 degrees fahrenheit for one motherfucking day? Shit!
Welcome to my blog, where I shake my fist at mother nature and the universe and am rewarded with four separate rounds of the stomach virus since October.
It was about a week ago when I saw the first signs of a forsythia budding, and I let myself smile. I shouldn't have let my guard down. When the weatherman claimed that it was going to be 52 today, I wore only an insulated vest instead of my down coat. It never got above 43.
This was the winter I coughed from Christmas until nearly St. Patrick's day. The worst, most gagging, strangling, body-contorting cough. A cough that made me wet my pants and throw my back out and that improved in only infinitesimal increments over the course of, oh, ten thousand days. I experienced one of these coughs today, in fact. But one per day is a vast improvement. And, in fact, I think there wasn't a single one yesterday.
I've been listening to children all day long. Happy, lovely children whom I adore. And it has made me so, so tired. I'm going to take a shower, finish my book, count my many blessings. And tomorrow, or very soon, I'm going to write something less whiny.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posted by: lorraine | March 17, 2009 at 08:33 AM
You blogged! I thought you may have been frozen over in one of those storms we had last month. Welcome back.
Posted by: always home and uncool | March 17, 2009 at 09:25 AM
maybe if you weren't such a negligent blogger you wouldn't be so sick and the weather would take a turn. maybe god is punishing you. have you considered that? sorry if i was mean to you on the phone ... i was trying really hard not to cry. i guess i'm at that stage. yay. i have food in my hair. i love you.
Posted by: scrob | March 17, 2009 at 10:07 PM