I've fought a headache all day, and those darn hives stayed until after 3 p.m.
I know you all are tired of hearing about my hives.
Well, I'm tired of having them.
Walking around stores in a pair of jeans was sheer misery (hives on the bottom of my feet, really?).
Being outside in the cold was equally miserable.
I don't care if the official high was 52°F.
It was cold and windy.
If I can just get through the holidays, I'll get to a doctor. I just need to make it through first.
Obviously, we did get to town.
I couldn't find an inflatable anywhere, so our decorations are going to be a bit lopsided.
I'll have to remember next September or October, when they put them on the shelves, to grab one.
We came home, put up the groceries, Cowboy fed the chickens, and before we blinked, he was heading to work.
Oh, somewhere in there, Heron stopped by for a second or two.
He didn't stay long.
Needless to say, this has been another TV evening, although Badger was in her room, probably on her game or doing her schoolwork.
While it is still in my Swiss cheese brain, I discovered that Cowboy's miracle drink tastes considerably better warmed up.
Yeah, we're still drinking it.
I wish it would do what the video swore it would do, but I've noticed no differences yet.
I guess I can look at it as I shouldn't have scurvy any time soon.
Tomorrow, Cowboy is supposed to light the heater.
I told him this morning that I was so, so sick of being in an icy cold house.
It's the 21st century.
It's ridiculous to have a house this cold.
And yes, I know how much of a privilege it is that I even have heat or a house.
Even if he does get it lit, we won't be able to use it much.
The price of fuel is ridiculous.
We've lived here since 1997, and there have been very few times we were actually warm in the winter.
It's a little annoying.
It is worse on me because I am the first awake, and we keep the heat at 68° at night.
By the time Cowboy and Badger crawl out of bed, I've managed to slowly crank the heat up until it's reasonably warm.
At least, they don't see their breaths, and some morning I seriously do.
Sitting on that toilet, man, you'd swear you were in an outhouse.
Porcelain gets cold!
The bathroom is so small that once I turn on the space heater, it’s the only room in the house that even starts to feel warm.
On cold days, the cats have taken it over.
At any given time, you’ve got to chase three or four out just to use the bathroom.
Heaven help us if there is ever any urgent need for the throne.
I’ve finally started on Gealach’s bedding.
Hopefully by tomorrow night I’ll finally get a break from laundry.
It's a little sad, washing and putting away what few special things she has here.
She's growing up on me.
She didn’t even ask for her unicorn or her JoJo blanket.
She just tossed them on the floor when I laid them on her bed.
There’s a good chance Cowboy will be working the 24th and 25th, so even if we had planned a family get-together, we wouldn’t have had one major family member there.
It’s still a ways off, though.
They may change their minds.
You never know with that place.
It's late.
The cats are in their crates, the dog is snoring at my feet, and Badger is in her room.
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
I miss the noise and aggravation of little kids being underfoot.
Mine and the grandkids.
In all honesty, I don't have much motivation to get out of bed these days.
I'm going to get off here and find some TV to watch.