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Aching and waking
The temperature is now at that uncomfortable period where we need to put the air conditioner in the bedroom window, but it's not hot enough to be an urgent imperative. Or shouldn't be.
I have the same problem Eric does: I like to sleep with weight on my body. I need a blanket. I can't sleep well with nothing covering me, or with only a sheet. Unfortunately it's been a bit warm under the blanket, so I have a choice between not sleeping because of the sweat or not sleeping because of the lack of weight.
I haven't done a lot of sleeping.
In addition, I am having problems with my sinuses, sore throat, headaches, et cetera. I never have long-term, multi-day headaches. I have for the last day or so, though. Astute readers who suffer from this malady will quickly conclude that I am suffering from springtime plant-related allergies. However, this has never been a big problem before. When I was younger, I never showed allergy-like symptoms to anything. Now dust affects me and apparently some pollen does too. I suppose it's in the realm of possibility that someone can get more allergic as one ages (and the immune system starts getting fatigued) ... but I don't have to like it, do I?
At any rate, the head pains and the lack of sleep have made Yr Obdt Svt a trifle graceless over the last few days. No, I don't mean I've been bumping into random objects. I mean that I have been taking the small affronts in life with less grace than usual.
The little old lady who stands in front of the coffee urns for five minutes, contemplating which spigot to choose as if the future of world peace rests on her decision, while behind her a line of empty-cupped people with morning faces accumulates.
The man who is waiting for the sandwich counter to finish his order yet clearly wants to keep a place in line at the register - five feet away - while waiting.
The person who lets a door close in your face even though both your hands are occupied, not even offering a "Oh, I'm sorry" for the coffee you've just spilled all over your shoes.
If you noticed that all three of these involve my morning stop for coffee before I descend into the subway, give yourself a prize. That seems to be the place I am most likely to get my daily dose of the blunt end of humanity. Perhaps it's because none of us has had our coffee yet.
I almost took my crankiness as evidence that I was getting meaner, less charitable, more cynical about humans.
Then I remembered: I'm not really at my best this week. My head hurts.
© Columbine
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