Today I have stayed in. Well, I have stayed home. Several trips into the garage and several outside to get Christmas things packed away or taken out with the trash were sufficient to show me, Baby, it's cold outside.
But I'm getting better. I'll have the guy come on Monday and give me the estimate for installing a humidifier to the heating/cooling system. I am dry inside and out, my skin, my nose, my ears, my mouth. And I have been recipient of many unasked-for shocks. Sarah, of Sarah and Darron, who stayed here Monday, complained of the dry air. And Lola also mentioned it on Christmas day, and I'm wondering how much the dry air in here contributes to my respiratory unease.
My neighbors--the deer neighbors--have a hot tub now and have been out there today and I believe last night, too. I hear them talking, hear their music, and today, as I walked back from taking my tree to the curb, I saw them. Happy for them. They are a good couple, and I am sure they will enjoy their hot tub all this winter. But I have never been interested in such an activity. Not sure why. Maybe it would be good for my membranes. Know what I mean?
And what else would you like to know? That my house is filled with candy and cookies and other sweets? I am not eating it. Well, not much of it.
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