Winter Again

Here it is April 28, and it's cold enough to put the heat back on. I shouldn't be surprised as it was the same way yesterday. Cold, dreary and without power or internet for over 5 hours. Since I couldn't get on the computer to write, I did the next best thing, said 'to heck with the house work' and grabbed a book.

I was fine the first chapter but getting into the second I was feeling a bit unsure of my book choice. When the tears started I knew it was the wrong book for such a dreary day. The book was about a little 5 year old boy with cancer and a father who was trying to hunt down the mother because she refused to put him through anymore torture with the trial protocols, etc. Smart lady took off and lost them both in a beautiful privately owned hospice located in the Redwoods.

The book is full of characters coming and going, in that order literally, and just as soon as I became attatched to one, he or she died setting me up for a wicked migraine from all the crying and a box of Kleenex which was quickly becoming depleted.

I got up to go to the bathroom and to get a large glass of water to hold me through to the ending. With lump in throat so big it was hard to swallow, a headache and my blankie and winter gloves on, I gave up the ghost. The heater got jacked up again.

I lost all track of time and could care less about the television or computer. By the time I finished the book the same day, it was time for supper. Why is it we must eat when we have better things to do?

So today it is the same. Hubby is asleep and bundled up in his special blanket made for him by my sister-in-law. Extra light but super warm. I will steal one of his other blankets and sit in the recliner and fall asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the roof. The body needs warmth and the hands don't want to type today either. I'm minus the winter gloves but that is only because I can't type in them.