Final Cure

Final Cure

It’s a long-lasting solution.

I am sick. It’s been a good run – nearly 9 months without getting ill. But now I’m down for the count and it really hurts. Breathing hurts. Swallowing hurts. Thinking hurts.

I’d rather be throwing up, because at least then I’d be mostly better by the morning. But nope, I’m in this for the long haul. Whoever gave me this sore throat and cold, I hope you get sprayed by a skunk. And lose your glasses. And eat bad sushi. And fall down a well.

Bit Cold

Frostbite is Christmas's way of saying hi.

Frostbite is Christmas’s way of saying hi.

What temperature do you set your thermostat at? Me, I set it just below 70 degrees Fahrenheit. I like the coldness, and it saves quite a bit on gas. But I have to admit, I’m thinking of turning up the heat with this snow.

Also, not sure I mentioned it, but I run barefoot. Not a good idea at the moment. Well, at least it looks like winter at last!

Blissful Bath

Nothing is sacred. Not even bath time.

Nothing is sacred. Not even bath time.

Hot water is back in the house! It was a tough, desperate few days without hot water. True pain is taking a cold shower in this weather.

Speaking of which: baths. I’m more of a bath fan than a shower fan. I imagine Knight enjoys a good hot soak as well, although I’m sure wearing armor in water is a bad idea. Pirate on the other hand is most definitely a bath fan, mainly because it’s a lot more fun than a shower.

Now, I’m off to soak in hot water until I turn into a raisin.

Intense Inferno

I’m amiably ambivalent about the advantageous addition of article alliteration. I’m not sure that sentence made sense, but you get the picture. Look, I’m still sick, it’s freezing outside, and I really want marshmallows. I don’t words properly today.

I really hope you've got a fire extinguisher ready, though...

I really hope you’ve got a fire extinguisher ready, though…