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Each year I spend here, the less I like the winter. Too cold, too frosty, too snowy or wet. Now, it's introduced me to a new hell.
Illness.
I've had a splitting headache for days. My nose seems to have started a secondary career as a waterfall. I ache all over. I'm either too hot or too cold and I'm too tired to think straight, no matter how much rest I get.
The upside of this is that I've no energy left over to worry. It's not much of a bonus, but I'll take any silver lining that I can find!
Part of me is glad that he's not here to see me like this. The likelihood is he'd mother me incessantly. It's bad enough feeling like this at all, never mind having someone fussing at me, as well meaning as it may be.
I assume this is normal. People get sick all the time, right? Especially in the cold weather. I can't recall the last time I did, but then I've always been quite hardy.
Like it or not, though, I'm getting older. I'm not as resilient as I used to be, despite my protests to the contrary.
I just hope this is gone before he returns.
