....of being sick and tired.

Getting over a UTI, but the cipro that's kicking the infection's ass
makes me nauseous and headachey. It's been so cold and dry that I'm
having nose bleeds, there's not enough body lotion in the world to keep
me from itching, and, to add insult to injury, it makes my hair frizz.

Scully's got a bladder infection, too (how's that for weird?), Zane is
ticking like a time bomb for lack of exercise and Cooper has already
gotten his ass kicked twice this week for following Zane around making
rude subvocal noises and eyeballing. He has short man's syndrome (and
possibly a death wish). I'd say hah, serves you right except both times
he peed all over himself and had to have a bath.

I need it to be spring, goddamnit! I want to sink my hands into warm
dirt and pat mulch around tomato plants. I want the aroma of new mown
grass in my nose as I push the mower for the first time over the
frost-heaved sod. I want the sun on my shoulders and the smell of
coconut oil. I want to go to bed with wet hair and wake up with ringlets.

Is that really so much to ask?

And, barring that, could I at least have some cheese and crackers with
my whine?