Feelin' lousy....

I wish I could say I was "feelin' groovy." But I'm definitely feelin' lousy. I worked on the teaching presentation until late, and we'd had more coffee than usual. Today my stomach is upset, my head hurts, and my mouth has sores and irritations in it. Just in time for my interview!

It didn't help that I met some friends at an Indian restaurant for lunch. It was a buffet, with no telling how long the food had been sitting out in those pans. I did eat, but not much of anything. Then after I got home, my stomach began hurting again--after I'd had another cup of coffee.

The weather is still going to be a dice toss. The real question is whether the predictions for this area will be accurate or effective for the town 66 miles north of here. Freezing rain is expected to start after midnight and then turn into regular rain tomorrow. I don't like driving in rain, but I've done quite a lot of it before, compared to driving in snow. The rain will turn back to freezing rain and snow, with much snow and wind on Monday, the day I anticipate hoofing it all over campus.

I can't seem to get warm. My hands are cold, my brain feels fuzzy, and I think I'm getting really sick. Of course. I have a big all-day interview. Of course I'm getting sick. And who says the mind and body don't affect each other? Ha.

I just want this to be over. Now. I want my "real life" back. Whatever that is. I'm not quite sure I recall what it is. I just want to sleep late, watch tv, read, do crossword puzzles, sew, crochet, paint, play with my cat. Is that real life? However, as the esteemed and loving spouse is quick to point out, a second part of my student loans is coming due in a week or so. Whoopee. Maybe if I promise to donate all my organs after death, they won't hunt down my relatives to pay off these darned loans.

And this is getting to be an old song and dance--winter needs to end. I'm sick to death of the dirty gray piles of snow. I'm tired beyond belief at the thought of stepping into slush and risking a painful fall, just to get to the grocery store. I don't want my hair flattened down by hats. I don't want my glasses fogged up when I come inside. I hate looking at the grime on my car and feeling guilty that I'm dragging that grime (and salt and chemicals) into the car with me. Poor Bonny. She is looking somewhat bedraggled, despite her car wash on Friday.

I'll probably spend the night in Big Rapids not only tomorrow night but also Monday night, just so I won't have to turn back around and drive back Tuesday morning. Meanwhile, I clutch my tender tummy and moan pitifully, wishing that these next two days were over. Bleah. Dr. S.