Weather change -- first winter storm of the season. Since spending Thanksgiving in Chicago in a house of sneezing and coughing children and adults, I've feared my plummet into feeling miserable. While I haven't quite reached the worst, waking at 2:30 a.m. on a Sunday morning with an insane thirst and clogged head is less than good.
My failure to buy groceries has returned to bite me. My water jug yielded a final glass before resting with the recyclables. The orange juice bought prior to the trip to Chicago AND that last work-related journey to the Jersey shore seems to have expired a few days ago. Noting that my last attempt to drink expired juice offered a day in the bathroom, the still sealed container was left in the closed fridge. At 2:45 a.m. on an icy cold night (26 degrees F/wind chill of 17 F), strolling to either bodega one block away is not going to happen.
Two cups of tea later, the laptop is now a resource for an alert and drippy gal. From my perspective, this might be a cold. More than likely, this is a sinus flare-up -- explaining the wooziness that I experience when lifting head from pillow. In effect, too much juice in the head. Ears have been gooey. Eyes have been red and scratchy. Nose trickles. However, no body aches -- just woozy.
The clock now reads 4:12 a.m. With this energy, it makes sense to engage in the housework avoided yesterday. These chores were most likely skipped due to the wooziness, tendency to grab something to drink, and just getting distracted between nose blows, racing to the bathroom, and general wooziness.
Drugs on board: Cingulair, Zyrtec-D, Sudafed. Ungh, I hate this time of year. If I respond like I did last night, drifting to sleep will occur just shy of 7 a.m. Lucky I'm not working. Lucky there are no parties affected by my nocturnal activities. Lucky the sinuses aren't infected (yet).
Noting the list of things to do from yesterday including grocery shopping, will I be able to complete these tasks? In addition to the sudden plummet in temperature this week, Sunday promises rain and snow. That type of combo fails to account for the condition that makes it all the more interesting -- ice. Shuffling in the conditions with the grocery buggy and umbrella with tissue to nose seems like work.
Aighhhhhh! Yikes, I have a ticket to a movie this afternoon: Passolini's Salo at Walter Reade - Lincoln Ctr. Shuffling seems to be happening, early. Dang...it's always a chore to get uptown. Now I've got to do it in "weather" and sick. [insert pout here] Noting the extremes of this once banned film, I doubt that I'll recover tonight's lost sleep during the screening.
