It’s frigging cold outside AND I have a cold.
I was feeling pretty sorry for myself this morning as I stood at the bus stop freezing my buns off. The stupid polar vortex or Alberta clipper or whatever it is this week is killing me. I effing hate it.
I’ve managed to avoid getting sick over the last couple of months, even with D and Littleman bringing home numerous germs. I guess my luck has finally run out and I’m dealing with a cough, sore throat and just general blahness. Apparently I’ve been snoring, which means I’ve actually been asleep a bit (although I honestly feel like I’m awake all night long).
So that’s my whine for today.
I’m heading to the hair salon after work to get a good couple of inches hacked off before the baby arrives. My hair is way too long right now and I’m hating it. As long as I can get it into a ponytail, I’ll be happy. The rest of it can go. I’m hoping that some relaxation in the salon chair, coupled with a nice scalp massage, will help me kick this stupid cold.