The scratchy feeling in my sinus cavity and the cactus that was growing in my throat began yesterday afternoon. 3:49 pm to be exact. Or that’s when I noticed it.
I was (and still am) tired and achy.
Sleep wasn’t happening. At least the kind of sleep I wanted and needed.
I’ve discovered that when I am sick, I have weird dreams. Between getting warm and comfortable, clutching a wad of tissues, and blocking out my snorting and my (and Mr. Aitch’s) snoring, I dreamt I had to stack blocks in a bizarre game of solitaire that never ended. Every time I closed my eyes, the game would start over.
I became fully conscious an hour before my alarm was to go off so I just got up and was ready for work way too early. The half-hour power nap on the sofa this morning was the best sleep I had all night.
Going from 86 degrees in Florida to 30 degrees here might have been a factor. Most likely it was someone on the plane or in the airport that wanted to share their cold.
And it’s snowing again.
Have a great day. And stay well!