More Snow on the Way and a Being Crabby: Part Deux

Wow!  More snow coming--I've checked the radar, and it's making it's way across Nebraska and into Iowa as I type.  I understand Washington State got hammered and on top of snow got ice, which pretty much shut the whole state down.  That's what I'd like to happen here, but it won't happen unless we get at least a foot and it blows like hell. 


Dang it, the Midwest is prepared for snow.  A gazillion snow plows (although never enough to get the side streets plowed in a reasonable amount of time), brine for the streets, piles of sand, countless lawn care businesses who stay operating this season making money by plowing out businesses and clearing off sidewalks.  


We simply have no excuse to not drive around in this crap!  Which makes it stressful when you must go to work because other people will feel like they must run errands  in the middle of a snow storm.  Let's just all agree when it snows more than 2 inches, we shut down the city, everyone stays home, and we all drink hot chocolate with marshmallows.  Our stress levels would be gone, we'd have family time--or lovely time to ourselves--to nap, watch movies, make a pot of chili, or read a book.   


Yes, I am a touch crabby.  An unexpected bout of bronchitis and the accompanying feeling icky/taking a course of antibiotics and steroids have kept me up for--now counting--2 nights.  I simply cannot sleep, and I want to!  Then trek to work, where I continue to feel crabby since I am tired, coughing, and now sneezing every 20 seconds.  If only I felt better, I could get a lot done instead of lying in bed tossing around my pillows every five minutes.  I'm actually hot, and it's below zero outside!  How is this possible?  And dang it, I'm hungry-but not; can't taste anything, but kinda can around the edges.  Enough to keep me eating but not enjoying a dang thing.  


So I have Friday to get though.  A day at work, where it will probably be busy for awhile, then as the snow increases, trickle down to not much. I'd love to call in sick (which I never do), but circumstances won't let me have this luxury.   I do have the weekend off, and plan on doing nothing.  I am forcing myself to stay home and stay in my owl pajamas most of Saturday, at least.  The kitchen is stockpiled with eggs, milk, coffee, tea, and bread.  A few meals planned for the weekend in case Bud comes over to see his sickie.  Two movies from Netflix coming in the mail, and of course 3-4 books to finish.  If I can concentrate long enough.  I may end up lying on the couch nursing a cup of tea and eating a bag of lozenges.  And applying lotion to my nose.  A podcast to conduct, although I may have to wait until I can talk without the barking seal making an appearance.  


Oh yes--and snow to shovel!  Whoo-hoo!!!  How is your winter coming along?  Are you exercising, waking with a smile on your face, and glowing with good health?  I think that will have to wait for me til March.