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Feb. 22nd, 2010 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbMy internet holiday is not yet over. Alas.
Unfortunately, I seem to have got back - again! - the tail end of the cold I caught in January, courtesy of a weekend beside the smoke from a turf fire and two long walks in near-freezing damp air. Even wearing three layers, it seems, windchill of -3 and -4 and -5 is hard on my internal piping. I've been thinking longing thoughts about Mediterranean summers, and dry warmth, and finally getting the damp out of my nose and throat and bone and sinew. I'm going to be a creaky thirty-year-old, if I live so long, I tell you that: I don't mind the damp so much, even though it leaves my knees aching, but damp and cold together make me ache in places I didn't even know I had places.
I've had a bellyful of rain and cold this year. And I suspect we won't see the sun much this summer, either, since we'll be lucky if we get a couple weeks' worth of heatwave. Curse it.
At least I'm not sick to my lungs again, like I was at the end of last September. I've been lucky, I guess, but I'm getting damned tired of getting snotty and and achey and dizzy every couple-some weeks. Despite loading up with vitamin and fish-oil pills. Could be worse, though: I could live in an age before central heating and have to do manual labour to earn my bread. If I did, I'd probably be dead by now and snot'd be the least of my problems, so there might actually be an upside to that...
Although I don't think I'd appreciate being dead, so on the other hand, maybe not.
Anyway. In case you were wondering. Work on the thesis is progressing very very very slowly, as my brain doesn't appear to be working right. Maybe it'll come right in the end. I hope so, anway. I only have four weeks left. Be optimistic for me, yes?
Unfortunately, I seem to have got back - again! - the tail end of the cold I caught in January, courtesy of a weekend beside the smoke from a turf fire and two long walks in near-freezing damp air. Even wearing three layers, it seems, windchill of -3 and -4 and -5 is hard on my internal piping. I've been thinking longing thoughts about Mediterranean summers, and dry warmth, and finally getting the damp out of my nose and throat and bone and sinew. I'm going to be a creaky thirty-year-old, if I live so long, I tell you that: I don't mind the damp so much, even though it leaves my knees aching, but damp and cold together make me ache in places I didn't even know I had places.
I've had a bellyful of rain and cold this year. And I suspect we won't see the sun much this summer, either, since we'll be lucky if we get a couple weeks' worth of heatwave. Curse it.
At least I'm not sick to my lungs again, like I was at the end of last September. I've been lucky, I guess, but I'm getting damned tired of getting snotty and and achey and dizzy every couple-some weeks. Despite loading up with vitamin and fish-oil pills. Could be worse, though: I could live in an age before central heating and have to do manual labour to earn my bread. If I did, I'd probably be dead by now and snot'd be the least of my problems, so there might actually be an upside to that...
Although I don't think I'd appreciate being dead, so on the other hand, maybe not.
Anyway. In case you were wondering. Work on the thesis is progressing very very very slowly, as my brain doesn't appear to be working right. Maybe it'll come right in the end. I hope so, anway. I only have four weeks left. Be optimistic for me, yes?
