Better

I'm feeling better today. It would be hard not to--it's a beautiful, sunny, breezy day...and it's 76 degrees. "But wait," you're saying, "the last time you posted you were talking about snow. What gives?" Astute observation, internets. What gives, indeed?

Well, it did snow. Only a couple of inches, though, nowhere near the 6-12 they threatened. I mean...forecast. And it didn't really stick to the streets. The next day it warmed up, melted off, and then the weekend was gorgeous. I'm wearing flip-flops today--February be damned. I'd be wearing capris, too...if I had bothered to shave my legs lately.

"So, " you're thinking, "I guess she hasn't seen New Guy recently, then."

Not since our little discussion, no. Oh, calm down...we've communicated via email and telephone, I just haven't SEEN him. He headed out Friday right after school to go see his kids, and didn't get home until very late last night. So late he didn't even call me with the usual "yes, I made it back alive" call. Which had me a little concerned. But we spoke this morning, and he said he's feeling "a little better," so...we'll see. I don't even know what to think at this point. So, let's just move on.

I'm feeling better physically. Not one hundred percent, but much better. And I think the Hot Brazilian Miracle Elixir did help. Oh, I wasn't magically healed overnight, but I think the cycle of symptoms moved through more quickly than usual, and I didn't end up at the doctor's office, begging for antibiotics to treat a secondary bacterial infection, like I usually do when I get a cold. And I never lost my voice or my ability to swallow comfortably. So that's good!

The most exciting point of the weekend was purchasing the DVD boxed set of "Kolchak: The Night Stalker." Are any of you old enough to remember that show? I loved it as a kid. Darren McGavin stalking monsters--what more could you want? Well...you could use a 40% off coupon and some rewards bucks to acquire it for under $10. Woo hoo!

See how easy it is to make me happy? Someone should appreciate how easily pleased and low-maintenance I am, and do anything to keep me around. Shouldn't someone? Ahem.