…doesn’t eat honey, no, not a bit.
(You get three stars if you guess the reference.)
…although I, personally, love honey in my lattes on a chilly, rainy, windy day. Today’s, thanks to Groundswell:
I’m alive. It has been a horrible winter and I have spent most of it in a nasty RA flare. That, plus the extreme cold we have had to deal with this year, equals a special kind of hell. It’s March now, and we have maybe two months left of winter-winter… definitely over the hump and on the way to spring, finally. We’re getting a wee taste of spring over the next few days– it got to 42 F today, but it won’t last. I enjoy every bit of it while it is here. I have been very tired. I’m still very tired. David had a terrible winter with problems at the clinic, too, which did not help anything for either of us. It’s on the way up and that is a good, good thing!
I’ve been pretty foggy, so not much writing going on. I’ve been in a lot of pain too, which doesn’t make that any easier.
I should go get ready for bed. I’m exhausted, again. I’ve had to take three (2+ hour) naps today, and effectively slept away over half of my day. Time for meds and warming up the bedroom.
Closets: we all have them. We all are in the dark while stuck in them. Coming out of them is hard. In life, and in closets, there is no “hardER”. There is only “hard”. There is no relativity of “hard”, just like there is no true relativity of “painful”.
new thumb (CCP) splints