Ok, the title may be a bit dramatic, but the cold is going around full force. That and the flu, which poor Country Man had last Sunday.
After a lovely Christmas dinner with neighbors yesterday, I am wondering if one of them folks shared a little more with me than necessary. I woke up with a head that must have weighed 20 pounds, even though my husband said only weighs eight because the lispy kid from Jerry McGuire said so.
It was probably husband’s grandpa, who loves nothing more than harassing me, which includes his determination to find a spot in our European-mount covered basement for the furry kitty puzzle he and Grandma Norma put together.
Or sending me a random glove he found along his bike ride through town, where he has found a nice, mismatched pair for himself. Me? No, I have two mismatched pairs for my right hand. One a youth’s hunting glove; another a youth’s “mechanics glove”. What’s a girl to do?
If anyone is suspect of passing off a cold, it would be him.
This morning the grandparents called to let me know they loved the garden popcorn we sent with them … they had it for breakfast.
An interesting pair they are, that’s for sure. Love them, but interesting.
So we’re adjusting to this cold weather, and the health changes that go along. Our walks have been hit or miss this December. It doesn’t take long for the pups to start wussing out on me.
This may be the other way around … but for integrity’s sake, I’ll blame the pups.
This cold, cold weather can bring out the hermit in most. But you gotta get out now and then, because despite the temperatures, it sure is pretty.