It’s 9:30 p.m. and the temperature is 64 degrees. Yes, you read that right. 64 degrees in Ohio. In January. It’s going to be this way for a couple of days and then it’ll be back to Old Man Winter. I love when this happens. I just don’t love when it will be 25 below in a couple of weeks. Yes, I know that it will be that cold. It always works that way.
Hubby and I are peeking at the BCS Championship game. Right now Ohio State and LSU are tied at 10 points a piece. Hubby and I are afraid to actually the game because our track record on bowl games isn’t so hot this year. Every team we’ve rooted for has lost. We don’t want to jinx the Buckeyes so we’re channel surfing and trying to avoid actually watching the game.
My cold is better. My voice is still a little graveley but I feel better. Except when I talk more than two sentences at a time – that makes me cough. Or if I start laughing. That will start me coughing, too. With all the water I’m drinking to keep from coughing myself silly and being so dry from all the cold meds, I’m spending a lot of time going to the little girls room.
You could say the pity party is officially over . . .