Here it is, another day, another cold day, another very cold day, another day to stay indoors and drink lots of COFFEE!  What else?  This is weather where it is necessary to dress warmly.  You know, two pairs of socks, long underwear, two sweaters, that sort of thing.  But when you go outside it is necessary to dress very warmly.  Takes awhile to get dressed to go outside in this weather.  By then I don’t want to.  But really, for me, I never want to go outside.  Sometimes, however, it is necessary to do so, otherwise Muffin and I would get hungry.  And that is not good.  Especially when Muffin gets hungry.  That is not good.  Especially for me.  And my feet.  Speaking of feet.  It has been suggested to me that I should go barefoot, and then I would not need to worry about getting wet socks and changing those socks so often.  Right.  Me go barefoot in the winter.  I don’t even go barefoot in the summer.  Bad thing to do.  For me at least.  Just not going to happen.  The floor in here is way too cold anyway.  My feet need to be warm.  And I stress that word need.  People don’t believe me when I say that.  Oh well.  It’s  too hard to explain sometimes.  People just kind of stare.  I get that same reaction at the store.  I’m looking for something, can’t find it, so I ask.  And the person, who supposedly works at the store, just stares.  Like I just dropped in from some other planet and I’m asking for some strange object that has never been heard of before and the person I asked is trying hard to think of something to say but doesn’t really know what to say because of what I just said because what I said doesn’t make sense to the person I said it to and therefore the person doesn’t know how to answer and finally just says something like, ‘I don’t know, not my department’, even though that person has been working in that department for the past 6 months or they might say, ‘we don’t sell that anymore’, when in reality they never did, or they might say to try a different store which translated means, ‘go away, I don’t want to talk to you anymore’ or I phone a restaurant and ask if they have any gluten free meals and they say, ‘what is that’ which really does answer my question or they ask if that is some kind of foreign food, which on one hand it really is kind of a foreign food and again it does sort of answer my question but there are some restaurants that offer such meals now.  We have one.  Well, okay, there are 2, though one only has it sometimes and one said yes, we have several different salads that are gluten free.  Salad.  I am asking for a meal and they suggest salad.  That, to me, is not a meal.  I’m not going to a restaurant just to eat a salad.  Not a chance.  Sigh.  It is still cold.  Very cold.  It has been a long winter.  And it’s still only half way.  It’s definitely CABIN FEVER TIME!!!!!  And I have it.  I really have it bad now.  I’m ready to climb the walls, bang my head on the ceiling, fall down (what do you expect?), roll on the floor, pull my hair and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  It’s okay.  I’m calm.  I’m fine.  I think.  Sigh.  Soon it will be International Cabin Fever Day.  That’s the last Friday of January.  Needs to be sooner this year.  Winter began too early this time.  Sigh.  I think I might go on vacation soon.  No, I can’t actually go anywhere.  Muffin and I will just stay home.  Lock the door.  Don’t answer the phone.  Just stay home and look at pictures of Hawaii.  Sigh.  And Muffin adds, eat.  Sometimes I think she reads Garfield.  I will have to make sure I buy a lot of food ahead of time.  My vacation might last a month.  Sigh.  I told you I have CABIN FEVER.  That’s the proof.  One of my neighbors must have gotten a drone for Christmas.  And it flies around at night.  Comes quite close to my windows, which I don’t particularly like. So I have to make sure my drapes are closed before it gets dark.  Probably doesn’t look in the window, but who knows?  Okay, maybe that’s another sign of CABIN FEVER.  But I can’t help it.  Sigh.  I get CABIN FEVER every year, but some years are worse than others and this is one of those worse than others years and probably the worst in a very long time.  Sigh.  That happens.  To me at least.  Some people never have the problem.  Strange.  I’m sure Muffin has CABIN FEVER too.  She gets that look.  It’s a CABIN FEVER look.  Fortunately I wear slippers now that winter is here.  Helps to protect my feet.  From cold.  And from teeth.  Wheehee!!  I think. Oh well.  Okay, I’m just kind of babbling today.  That happens too.  Think warm, enjoy your week and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

Here it is another week, almost at the end of another week, and almost the end of the second week of January. Terrible thought. And it’s still cold. Very cold. Even colder than before cold. Though we did get a couple days of a break in that cold. But now it’s back, worse than before. But first we got more snow. A foot deep along my pathway. And it was cold shoveling that snow. Which I am not supposed to be doing anyway. However, it’s not going to disappear on it’s own. Not for a few more months anyway. That is also a terrible thought. Sigh. It is certainly CABIN FEVER time. And I certainly have it. Cabin Fever, that is. Speaking of ceilings. Ever notice there is a lot of waste space up there? Now if there was just an easy way to use that space. Would be great for storage. Would free up a lot of floor space. In here, anyway. Chains and pulleys would likely work good, but I’m not so sure my landlord would like the idea. Sigh. Good ideas that just can’t work. Such a shame. Speaking of phones. Not those things that people carry in their hands 24 hours a day, I mean phones, real phones. Ones that actually stay in place. Well, most of the time anyway. Though I do keep dropping mine quite frequently. But that doesn’t count. However, back to phones. I am sitting here for hours, the phone does not ring. I am making my lunch, and the phone rings. Turn to answer the phone. Knock lunch onto the floor. I stand there looking at lunch on the floor. Phone keeps ringing. Answer phone, or pick up lunch. Phone keeps ringing. What a mess. My lunch, not the phone. Phone stops ringing. Thanks. Ruined my lunch. All afternoon the phone does not ring. I am making supper. Phone rings. Twice in one day. I turn to answer phone. Big mistake. But I take care not to drop supper. Instead bump into cabinet which causes me to move arms which causes one arm to land on supper which causes supper to land on floor which causes Steve to jump up and down, pull hair, bang head on counter and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m calm. Phone stops ringing. Feel like burying phone in very deep snow out in the very frozen and very cold outdoors. But refrain from doing so. This time. Speaking of COFFEE! I like to keep mine in a glass jar on the counter. So I pour it from the plastic container into the jar. And always end up spilling some. So this time I have a better idea. I decided to use a soup ladle to scoop the COFFEE into the jar. Worked perfectly without spilling. Almost. The last scoop of COFFEE and the ladle hit the side of the jar. Spilled the whole ladle of COFFEE. Scattered all over the counter, the floor, and me. This was worse than if I had poured it into the jar like I normally do. Sigh. Same day, I took the lid off the margarine container and for some unknown reason it decided to flip into the air and I tried to catch it getting margarine on my hand, putting my elbow into the margarine container and the lid landed on my foot getting margarine on my sock. Surely I’m not the only one that has these things happen. IT CAN’T BE!! Sigh. Speaking of socks. Due to all the new snow it inevitably tracks inside and gets deposited on the mat by the door. Now, I have to walk across this mat to get to my bedroom. And I stepped on some snow with both feet, so that both feet were now wet. Naturally. I don’t like wet socks. So I change them. I walk back into the living room and step on more snow, which has now melted, with both feet, which are now wet again. Sigh. On another day, Muffin has her water dish in the bedroom. She likes it there. Fine with me. I walk past it every day, many times, never come close to touching it. On this day I step right in it. Wet sock. I hate wet socks. Change socks. It wasn’t ten minutes later after giving Muffin fresh water, that I walked past and this time kicked the water dish which went flying across the bedroom spilling it’s wet contents all over the place and making it impossible for me to not get wet socks once again! It’s enough to make a person jump up and down, pull their hair, bang their head on the wall (and groan extensively from doing so), and, and…AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m calm. It’s because it’s so cold. So very cold. That’s why these things happen. Speaking of shopping. Forget it. I don’t want to go there right now. Maybe next time. Muffin will be waking up soon. She isn’t too happy with me for not sharing my soup with her. How was I to know she would like creamy broccoli soup? Especially since it doesn’t have milk in it. I can’t have milk. And about 550 other food items. Sigh. Muffin likes to sleep on the left side of the bed. The right side of the bed is against the wall. It has to be, it’s a very small bedroom. Now if I lie on the right side of the bed, it is rather difficult getting out of bed on the left side. So Muffin and I had a discussion about this the other night. I have the teeth marks to prove it. Muffin is still enjoying the left side of the bed. Might not be so bad if she didn’t want half the bed as well. Sigh. I hope you all enjoy your weekend and God bless! Try to stay warm, drink lots of COFFEE!

Steve and Muffin.