As is normal for the first part of January, I’m unemployed. Even in busy years, January just doesn’t see that much action.
Although this normally worries me (even though it’s been happening for years), I guess it’s not a terrible thing as this week I seem to have picked up some unholy cough from hell. I’m talking bent double with spasms in my lungs, wheezing like an asthmatic pug.
It could be that it was 40 degrees last week and 80 degrees this week, or it could be the 8 percent humidity, or it could be the sudden lack of cat hair in my lungs.
Or, I could have caught the plague when I was flying across the country on the screaming baby express.
I’m sure I don’t have the flu, since I haven’t got body aches or a fever, but whatever it is has moved into my lungs and is picking out wallpaper. Or something.
I’m just glad it’s relatively warm here. According to my sister, the high at her place tomorrow is supposed to be 2 degrees (F).
I love you, California.
I do have one day of work this week, but I’ll be up in a condor so hopefully no one will hear me wheeze.