Am SO tired of being cold. I realize I have friends who live in more arctic regions than we do, but gosh, when the temperatures go below freezing (and below zero last night), for too many days, I just get anxious. Makes my skin ache---theoretically, of course, but still.
Tonight's low is to be 11 degrees, with a warm-up to the forties on the weekend. Dishy.
With Gary's BAM! of the flu smacking him again last night, I'm hoping he'll lay low tonight. His temperature flashed up to over 102 before bed, but he still went to work today. I'm not married to a lazy man, that's for sure.
Got several books at the library on the way home from dropping third son off at work. Am currently into 'When Crickets Cry' by Charles Martin. An emotional story, which probably isn't the best choice for me, considering my fragile mental state from our quarantined life here, but I'm not always one who makes the most intelligent decisions. But I'm enjoying it. Looking forward to tucking up in bed later on tonight and getting lost in it. Before that, though, will go to see the newest Narnia movie with second son. He's paying, so it's all good.
Take care and keep warm.
