I haven’t read this book yet, nor I have I seen the movie. So that’s not what this post is about…sorry.
What this post IS about is how much my entire body feels like it’s been battered by this weather. Everything hurts. Every activity hurts–brushing my teeth and taking a shower are both things I have to rest and recover from.
No, I never thought I’d be like this at forty. I thought I’d be a mother and a lawyer and fifty pounds thinner. But what do I know?
The good things about this sort of crippling ache I get are that it gives me time to spend with my family; if I were healthy I’d be distracted by work and social activities. I also get to have plenty of time to involve myself in focusing on beauty and creative distractions. So yes, there is a bright side.
That being said, I’d truly love for it to get a lot warmer and a bit less damp. Until then I’m the woman sitting around her house wrapped up in blankets and scarves like a Romany herbalist.
Just Another Pretty Farce 
A good fire (in the fireplace) can dry the place right up. Of course, if you’re me, then your nose starts to bleed, so you takes your choice.
Sending you virtual desert breezes.
Heh. We’ve been having so many fires I think people may believe we are sacrificing small animals to the Snow Gods. It is like Burning Man in the living room. I’ll stop now because I can’t think of any more hyperbolic fire jokes to throw out there.
They don’t give me nose bleeds, but they do inadvertantly give me headaches. If I have a fire in the fireplace, which is in the living room–aka, the only room in the house with an uncurtained front-facing window–I like to sit on the couch to enjoy it. And the dogs sit with me. And start howling at the top of their lungs at the evil creatures who dare do things like “drive in the road” and “walk on the sidewalk” and “pull into their own garages”.
Five minutes of that and I want a bullet to the eye. But I’ve been taking spray bottles to the couch in an effort to threaten them into docility. So far “I’ll spray YOU!!!” has been an okay deterrent. At least they run up to the Bonus room to push past those closed curtains and bark out that window. It’s still barking, but it’s quieter.
They should be nicer to Mom.