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That headache I was complaining about, it seems I have a cold! It did not occur to me that a headache might indicate the common cold. However, the increasing sinus discomfort soon solved the mystery. I have been coddling myself accordingly, with many fluids and an aspirin here and there, as the mood strikes. Winter continues to deliver cold winds and snow. This most severe winter weather, unrivaled since I came to reside in this city, reminds me of those cherished winter visits to my grandparent's home in the near north. Winters there were always snow bound. Temperatures were always well below freezing. As a child, I was enchanted. Today, I am enchanted. Looking out the window brings back that feeling of warmth and acceptance, that gift my grandparents gave to their descendants. How lucky I am. It is hard to maintain the image of a cranky old woman when one is feeling this effusive warmth. I am working hard to protect my position. I am no stranger to failure. It is Valentine's Day. Attila has a box of chocolates under his pillow, and another in the basement where he removes his "working clothes". Loved ones in distant places will find digital good wishes when they login today, and check their email. The sky shed its steel grey gauze, instead to hang the heavens with eggshell blue, in honor of the occasion. Digital housekeeping continues to occupy my time. The web site is updated to current HTML 4.01 specifications. The backup system is finally functioning, as it should. The operating system on Marjory was updated yesterday evening. Like all housework, the life span of these improvements is temporary. One must enjoy the moment. Without diligence, chaos will prevail. It is not possible to untangle a paradox. The one I am presently struggling with revolves around the pleasure I derive from the snowy landscape, and the phenomena of "cabin fever", from which I begin to suffer. Days pass, without so much as my nose poking out the door. An uncertain restlessness plagues me, and I rise from my chair frequently, seeking... what? I do not know. A vague feeling of dissatisfaction hovers in all the corners of the house. This shadow, the natural consequence of confinement, begins to lengthen. How fragile, how elusive it is! One warm day will completely dispel its power. I wait upon the generosity of the weather. |
RECIPES :: Cast Worldly Distractions  Happy Valentine's Day! A Poesy The Barley FieldUp the barley rows, stitching, stitching them together, a butterfly goes. Sora (1648-1710) Weather 14:12 EST Temp: -8`C Humidity: 73% Wind: NW 9 km/h Barometric: 102.3 kPa Sunrise 7:23 AM EST Sunset 5:54 PM EST |
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