Not Planned

I wasn't planning on blogging today. I ALWAYS plan my posts and have them go live early in the morning. But today...well today is today.

This weather and air quality (or lack of...) is killing me slowly. I know that's what January is good for, but, still. Our average HIGH over the past few weeks has been around 5*. It's routinely below zero for a good portion of the day. Today we have the sad honor of having the nation's worst air quality. And I believe it. My eyes are burning and my throat is scratchy and everything feels heavy and difficult. The entire valley is feeling it, complaining about it, trying to muddle through with thoughts of spring. But honestly? I'm at my wit's end. It's been an unbelievably difficult stretch and Sunday's predicted storm cannot come quickly enough. I know, come August, when everything is lush and green and we're not as bone sucking hot as we were last year, I'll be grateful, but it's hard to focus on that when I haven't been warm, properly, for a month.

Add to that, we're going on day four of Sammy illness 2013. It's not the flu, and for that I'm grateful, but man. This cold is getting the better of all of us. Random fevers. Inability to sleep or breathe or care. He's miserable. I'm stir crazy. Not a great combo. Especially as I'm anxiously awaiting a call today, staring at these walls, freezing. And I know I'm not unique, in this. But even the camaraderie of the downtrodden isn't helping right now.

BUT. I had a lovely friend text and tell me she was bringing lunch. Tawnya normal would have been to politely demure, saying no thank you, it's unnecessary, but I've been trying to open myself up for good things and instead, I took the opposite approach and said, yes. We'd love that. Thank you for thinking of us. And while I feel a smidge guilty for this, I'm trying to remember that she's lovely and nice and wants to help and it's important to let people help even if it IS unnecessary. And, honestly, I'm grateful for it. Even the two second contact will buoy my soul, I already know.

Now. Here's hoping Sammy is on the mend so that we can still make our Sundance date night tomorrow and we can start degerming and looking toward the end of this miserable season. Because the end has to be somewhere. Right? RIGHT?!


(shake the disease, hooverphonic)