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What a fascinating thing....
It was supposed to hit the 40s today, but in fact, now they think it may or may not hit 32, based on what the radio says.
I went outside to take photos and check on the iced tires. Things are thawing out there, where they're in the sun and thin enough, but it's real half-hearted. It was enough to let me break the bulk of the ice loose from the sides of the tires, though, which I did. Then I went and got the mail.
I have long said that I think I still have asthma, that I sometimes have almost-attack moments where I don't actually need an inhaler. But they're rare, and I sometimes doubt that it's anything but me being dramatic. Going to get the mail was stupid. I only fell once (when I tried to stomp through to snow and that particular patch of ice-crust proved sturdy enough to resist a stomp - OOPS!). But I was panting by the time I got back to the house, and feeling it a little in throat and effort required. It is all fine after a bit of sitting about in the warm and I will refrain from venturing more than photographic distance.
I did not get enough sleep last night. I was not feeling it today. I was awake, energetic, amused by the snow, fascinated by the weather, worried when I thought Scott would try to drive in it...I was too busy to be tired. Now my arms are trembling in left-over reaction to the nerves after that episode and I'm very tired. I have been working from home since 7 and I am going to finish my present task (which is needed by someone for whom it is two hours later than it is for me).
And then I'm going to go take a nap.
I went outside to take photos and check on the iced tires. Things are thawing out there, where they're in the sun and thin enough, but it's real half-hearted. It was enough to let me break the bulk of the ice loose from the sides of the tires, though, which I did. Then I went and got the mail.
I have long said that I think I still have asthma, that I sometimes have almost-attack moments where I don't actually need an inhaler. But they're rare, and I sometimes doubt that it's anything but me being dramatic. Going to get the mail was stupid. I only fell once (when I tried to stomp through to snow and that particular patch of ice-crust proved sturdy enough to resist a stomp - OOPS!). But I was panting by the time I got back to the house, and feeling it a little in throat and effort required. It is all fine after a bit of sitting about in the warm and I will refrain from venturing more than photographic distance.
I did not get enough sleep last night. I was not feeling it today. I was awake, energetic, amused by the snow, fascinated by the weather, worried when I thought Scott would try to drive in it...I was too busy to be tired. Now my arms are trembling in left-over reaction to the nerves after that episode and I'm very tired. I have been working from home since 7 and I am going to finish my present task (which is needed by someone for whom it is two hours later than it is for me).
And then I'm going to go take a nap.
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