I'm just now adjusting to the time change. I intensely dislike the fact that by the time I get home at 5:30, it's already dark. It's ridiculous. It's not like I live in Alaska. I'd like some daylight up until at least 6:30.
But now, after weeks, I'm getting used to this dismal new world in which I (and I supposed everyone else in my time zone) have been doomed to exist until Spring.
Alas, fires in the fireplace and hot chocolate can brighten my day, but they cannot solve my new problem. My first cold of the season.
For me, the first symptom is a low-grade fever. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just that, but fevers make me crazy. I giggle and say strange things. It's similar to sleep deprivation where all your brain's higher functioning starts to wind down. At this very moment, I could be typing badly written sentences and missspellled words and I wouldn't even know.
I'm just getting used to winter, but maybe it's impossible to just accept part of the bad in something. Maybe I can't start loving the terrible weather that keeps me huddled in my cozy house without also loving cold and flu season...?
And on that note, I'm going to put myself to bed.
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