I thought I’d better get it right out there in the post title, because my good moods are fleeting. Unfortunately, I do not have the slightest idea what I want to do with this rare situation. Maybe I should make up a whole new life and tell stories about it. True stories, well, relatively speaking; they wouldn’t be outlandish. No volcanoes, no Nazis, no dinosaurs or aliens. Ruling out aliens might be a little premature, however; don’t want to hamstring myself too much.

Actually, for some really weird reason, I am envisioning a Thelma & Louise laughing launch into space . . . with this huge air-filled landing pad. These good moods are dangerous.

I’ve had this cold and it has zapped me a good one. Yesterday evening I started feeling a bit better and looked forward to refreshing sleep – even though Daylight Savings Time was going to make me get up an hour early.

Okay, I put my sinusy head down on my pillow and stretched out nice and comfy and I did go to sleep. And then I woke up because in the prone position, drainage was not effective. Pressure built up above my eyes, under my eyes, in my cheeks, behind my nose and my teeth hurt from pressure on that facial nerve that you don’t think about until something crowds it.

I had slept one hour. For the rest of the night I sat up so that my head would only feel as if it might explode – not like it going to do so RIGHT THIS MOMENT. Oh, I tried drainage positions; they only sort of worked – because my snot was like jell-o – and them the moment my body slouched to the side, the pain started building.

This is outright whining; I know it. I’m not going to apologize. But I will go off and whine in private.

Today we move to Daylight Savings Time; I always complain about it. If folks don’t feel my psychic disgruntlement of this event, I am afraid they might miss it and somewhere the guy who runs the heart/lung machine would show up late for open heart surgery . . . or something like that.

I think I should point out that my iphone first flipped to DST and then BACK all by itself. I turned it off and turned it back on and it grudgingly displayed DST. EVEN IT KNEW THIS IS CRAZY! Do you know why? Because it is a SMART phone.

I rest my case.

Every now and then you get a cold that tells you “I don’t think so.” And then you check on the low tonight and it is going to be EIGHT degrees. That’s when you voluntarily pull the blanket you’ve been huddled under all day over your head.

I guess that sums it up.

It was supposed to be warmer today, up around 40+, but, alas, when I looked at the forecast this early morning, there was talk of more snow and wintery mixes and temperatures right around freezing. This staying inside scenario is convenient today because my head is a sinus disaster and I was tempted to title this post, Going with the snot flow, but held back.

Apparently, I feel bad enough, though, that I have caved to my baser instincts and feel like King George VI at the speech therapist’s officer marching around exclaiming “F–K,F–K,F–K,F–K, instead of fornication. Yes, I am one to say mucous, but today, I am disgusted enough and tired enough to just repeat SNOT, SNOT, SNOT, SNOT.

I am my own science experiment – press at Point A on right sinus and tilt head at variable degrees. Resist the urge to wipe the first drip; let surface tension help more flow out

Gee, for someone who gets her nose out of joint so often, you’d think I’d be used to the pain. I think I’ve considered putting the vacuum hose on my nose before, but judged it too extreme. There may be a blood/brain barrier, but I’m not sure how strong the nose/brain protective wall is.

I have decided not to post a selfie with twisted kleenex stuck up my nostrils. I don’t know . . . a fleeting second of civility, perhaps.

I have read a good deal in my life, and like many when younger, picked up the meaning of words from the context. Actually, it started out with my dad reading to me when I was very little and stopping to explain what words meant . . . And then I started saying things like: Yeah, yeah, get on with it; I’ve got it. Fortunately, I was learning to read by myself then or it could have gotten ugly.(Der Bingle is familiar with that attitude, which grew over the years to encompass more than word definitions.)

Now when I read something in an Internet article and I’m iffy on the word, it is so easy to just check the dictionary. Today, I found an added segment in their formula for defining words – along with the etiology and noun/verb/adjective/etc, information, there is a place to click labelled Definition for Kids.

Whoa, that’s so for moi. It’s an updated version of Yeah, yeah, let’s get on with it.

I’m here and that’s about it, unless you want to mention my keeping yogurt in my trunk so it will get nice and frozen and I can savor the Kroger Carbmaster treat. The excitement is making you jealous, no? There was a sale on the Carbs that ended today, so I stocked up. I don’t know what will be on sale tomorrow.

I don/t know – this stocking up thing may not be a good idea; I stocked up on firewood and it got snowed in. Well, not really and truly, but, hey, you can’t keep all of it in your garage and the hike to replenish that stock is a wee bit unpleasant in negative degree weather when the logs are frozen together.

I am going to have a big party at this here Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse when we get to where we can see the ground in at least some spots.

Do not remind me of this post in July. Have a good day and thank you for your time.

SIGH