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“My dear, if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.” ~ Charles Dickens
Warmer today. The snow is melting, but the people around here are driving as if a sheet of ice were covering the roads, and local schools have cancelled classes tomorrow for another day. Man. I just don’t understand. As I said to Brett, these people have no idea what it is to drive in real snow. I feel comfortable in saying that after our arduous trek in the December blizzard.
Some woman in the waiting room at the doctor’s office was wearing a very smelly perfume, which made me feel absolutely horrid: watering eyes, stuffy nose, nausea. I haven’t been affected by a scent like that in a long time. As a result, and probably in combination with, I feel like I have a bad head cold—yet again. I really don’t know if the perfume/cologne would still be affecting me, so that’s why I think that I might also be catching another cold.
Anyway, feel awful. Woke up with a headache, and haven’t seemed to recover since then. Having two telephone calls from Eamonn while I was waiting in the doctor’s office did not help. I’m sure. He wants to know when his telephone will be turned back on. Who knows . . . The long and short of it was that I asked him to do me a very small favor (truly, it was small), and he was not so inclined. You would think that I asked him to shave his head or something equally bizarre. Heavens. I am not so inclined to rush to pay the phone bill, especially since I hate the blasted thing anyway.
Don’t mind me. I feel foul, and my mood reflects it, which is why this post will be short. I’m going to crawl into bed, wrap the blankets up to my chin, and finish reading Harry Potter 4. Perhaps another cup of hot tea, balm for my disposition and what ails me. Then? We’ll just have to see if there is a then. With any luck, then will be sleep.
Better post tomorrow. Peace.
Feeling mellow. “The Promise” from Tracy Chapman . . .
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings 
Wha? Name no good? You know I’m testing them all out. 😛
Ugh! I remember Poison. It was almost as bad as that Debbie Gibson perfume. Almost.
I adore Ms. Chapman, but for one reason or another, never heard that song until yesterday.
For quiet may I suggest Emiliana Torrini. I’m very partial to “Today has been ok”.
Love the name. Are you kidding? It’s poetic. I’ll look up Emiliana. Poison. J. Lo Glo. Giorgia. Gag me with a spoon.
Hi Lita.
Sorry to hear that you feel so terrible and then to top it off, a foul smelling scent! I know how bad that can be( it happens regularly when I go to the supermarket. Hmm, perhaps Prue is right and I am always sniffing like a blood hound ha ha).
Wrap up, read and enjoy some soothing tea.
Terrific choice of song too.
Big hugs
Maureen
Maureen,
Luckily the headache didn’t get much worse. I’ve never had the supermarket smell experience. You must be really sensitive.
Thanks on the song. One of my favorites.
Hugs,
Lita
That reaction you got from the perfume? I always get from any kind of incense, with the exception that I almost always get sick. Yuck!
And your song choice? Can I just say, that song keeps popping up and I still had not listened to it. Maybe it’s a sign. I do love signs.
Anyway, I hope you feel better.
Salter Waters (ha),
Incense makes me gag. I hate it. I remember when Poisin was big, and this woman at work wore it. Man, I could always tell when she had been in the elevator.
I love signs, too, as you know. “The Promise” is a beautiful song, and I have loved it for years. I just couldn’t think of what music I wanted tonight, just knew that I wanted quiet.