Cold, and a hard cold.

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I won't say it is colder than usual, for this winter.  It is cold, and has stayed that way for a long while.  Perhaps it is just getting to me, or at this moment on this day.  Usually I'm fine with it.  Just not today.

I turned the furnace up.  Usually I would have done that already.  Not every morning, but usually I turn the heat up first thing.  Some days I don't think about it, some days I don't need it, some days I simply don't want it.  I do handle the cold very well, usually.  Today is not one of those times.  Even the most bear-like folk break down, from time to time, because of the cold.  Though I'd wager my worst days in failing to the cold are better than those who are always cold.  Even their best days, it seems, are hard on them.  Most women suffer the cold, no more.

I did get the trash lugged out.  There wasn't much, just a single sack.  But it was well past time to get it out!  I haven't been cooking or tinkering much, so there simply hasn't been much to toss.  Though volume isn't what goes bad.  Everything goes bad, it is simply a matter of time.  I looked down the streets, it looked like the truck hadn't been through.  I just hope it worked out.  Though, with just one sack, even if I missed this week, I believe that will freeze so well that it won't be a problem waiting until next week.  No one seemed to have their recycling out, so I should be good there.  I'd like to have it ready next week, so it can all go out Sunday night.  That's the best way.  If I miss anything, on purpose or not, I then have parts of the morning to get any last minute bags out.

I suppose I'll read a bit.  I might need to nap, as the cold is sapping energy.  A shower sometime soon as well?  Ugh.  Later.