Prisoner of winter
All weekend I worked crazy hours to help cover for an ill coworker. So far this winter everyone at the bakery has lost a few days from the plague, except me. So far my immune system has remained robust against the onslaught of craptasticly rotten weather and interactions with my flu-zombie coworkers. I don't know if I can weather yet another winter without the flu, but I have my fingers crossed!
I have been hit hard with the winter blues this year. This is the first year in a decade where we have not been able to run off south for a week or two and it appears to be taking its toll. Even more than the fun and the sand of my winter getaways, I think the anticipation of escape is a soothing balm to my winter dulled soul. This winter, between my retail job where I am low woman on the seniority list, and Michael's contract work, it is nose to the grindstone. We are making hay while the sun shines, while ironically not being able to chase the literal sun. Oh well, being a grown up sucks.
I am currently procrastinating from gearing up and tackling the record snowfall we had last night. I made it in the driveway after a long and exhausting shift yesterday and then ignored the blizzard for the rest of the evening to snuggle with My Sweetie. Now it is time to pull on my pants and tackle the snow. We do it the old-fashioned way with a shovel because my proud Winnipeggian husband distains the "needless" size and expense of a snow blower. Who needs a gym membership when exercise just falls from the sky?
I have been hit hard with the winter blues this year. This is the first year in a decade where we have not been able to run off south for a week or two and it appears to be taking its toll. Even more than the fun and the sand of my winter getaways, I think the anticipation of escape is a soothing balm to my winter dulled soul. This winter, between my retail job where I am low woman on the seniority list, and Michael's contract work, it is nose to the grindstone. We are making hay while the sun shines, while ironically not being able to chase the literal sun. Oh well, being a grown up sucks.
I am currently procrastinating from gearing up and tackling the record snowfall we had last night. I made it in the driveway after a long and exhausting shift yesterday and then ignored the blizzard for the rest of the evening to snuggle with My Sweetie. Now it is time to pull on my pants and tackle the snow. We do it the old-fashioned way with a shovel because my proud Winnipeggian husband distains the "needless" size and expense of a snow blower. Who needs a gym membership when exercise just falls from the sky?