Weather.com and DirecTV got divorced, did you know? If you ever visit weather.com you’d know, it’s still whining about it like a 16-year-old getting dumped for the first time (not to negate that experience, it feels like your heart got torn out sans meds) but it’s a TV STATION doing BUSINESS, not a teenage girl. But, then, and as you know, I don’t like weather.com.
Well, Terri, you continue to visit weather.com, don’t you?
Why, yes, I do. And I’m irritated every single time. Partly because it’s still the best site I can find for quick weather info. Details, go to NOAA.gov, but a quick and dirty look, it’s still the fall back. Plus, just when I’m about to try dating someone else – again – weather.com hits my funny bone which is a quick way to my heart. This morning w.c announces dryly:
FEELS LIKE 16°
Much colder than yesterday.
HAHAHAHA! No kidding? OK then, I didn’t know. Sixteen is more than 28, at least in weather world.
Since I’m still feeling rather blah and it appears my batteries are mostly run out I’m not planning to run today. I’m not sad that I can’t run in this cold, since it’s much colder than yesterday but it does bug me I’m losing bragging rights. Yeah, I ran when it was 16, no big. I’m tough, that’s how I roll. I ran it in shorts and a jog bra. Barefoot. Because that’s how I roll, too.
No one is ever going to see me running in just shorts and a jog bra. If the house is on fire I will wait inside. No, really, I’m fine, thank you Mr. Fireman, can I borrow your shirt?
Nope, the Cold from Hell lingers like a creepy ex-boyfriend determined that deep in my heart I really do want him to take me to Prom. Yes, you’re taking my breath away but not quite the way you’re hoping.
This morning I saw Lucia, who does Structural Integration. She is even tinier than Killer, which should be impossible for an adult but there you go, and she’s just as nice as Killer too. You wouldn’t think about 100 pounds of female could do much damage but she’s like a Ninja trained in all the secret spots that will take you DOWN. Last week was very interesting. I had some muscles that were being stubborn (where the hell they got that from, I don’t know) and about half way through she said, “you may need to take nap today.”
OK. That’s sort of like a doctor’s order, right? I’m going to have to take a nap today. I was instructed to. It’s legal. Nanner nanner.
Turns out it wasn’t optional. I got home and thought I was getting the flu even though I actually got the flu shot this year.
I’m kidding. I get the shot every year.
(No I don’t, I just put that there in case Hubs ever reads my blog.) (He asks me about 13 times every fall did I get a flu shot.) (It’s really sweet of him, too.)
(Words in parentheses are invisible, right?)
I didn’t feel so good. Next thing I knew, I was on the bed in a t-shirt, sweat-shirt, bathrobe and sweatpants, shivering like Murphy at the vet’s. Good thing the house didn’t decide to combust because I was going nowhere quickly. My legs were like Jello at a Mississippi picnic in July.
An hour or so later when I was able to stand (albeit shakily) I chugged about 72 ounces of water while swallowing down one or two of every vitamin I could find in the house. Then I looked up Toxins. Wow, you do learn something new every day. And now I understand why we are so very sore the day after a marathon or intense training. Fascinating.
Today I asked Lucia if that had anything to do with Beelzebub coming to torment me; she thought probably so. She worked me over like a pro boxer again and sent me home, taller and straighter. She said she did not release any demons today. So far I’m feeling good. I’m even tempted to go for a little run.
Or a nap.