I am so tired of being cold.  My fingers are cold.  My nose runs.  My sinuses work overtime and make a post nasal drip that makes me cough.  In the middle of the night.  Which wakes me up, and gets me up, where, it is COLD.

The wind has been blowing for two weeks straight.  It blows the cold right into our house.  Some mornings it was 51 degrees in the house when we woke up.  We can't close the flue in either fireplace, so that invites cold air too.  The heat pump guy came and took a look at the system.  It needs Freeon he says.  Doesn't have any.  Have to wait till Monday for Scott to come by to add some.

Yeah.  In the meantime I am cold.  Too cold to think.  So cold, it gives me a headache.  So, there's two reasons I can't think:  frozen brains and a headache.  And last night I couldn't sleep either.  Because my mind is in a funky malaise of worry over finances and little girls not doing their homework, and work stuff, and the weariness of the physical battle against the cold.

I don't want to hear:  well, it's 22 below zero in the Midwest, what are you complaining about?  It's not the weather outside that wears me down.  It is the weather inside.  And the damn wind.

Okay.  I'm almost finished complaining about the cold.  Since I'm not going to write a blog entry this week, I'll just report quickly that I am still "fighting."  I have lost a couple rounds - one to a whole bag of Hershey's Almond Kisses (I wonder if the kisses were helped by that "time of the month craving" for chocolate?) and one to yummy cupcakes that Mary made for a baby shower.  But, I have also fought back with regular walking and weight lifting and such.  I am fifteen pounds lighter.  And this is very hard work.

I remind myself that I like hard work.  But I don't love this COLD.

And now I'm done.

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