December 13, 2001

*tickle*

Uh-oh.

*tickle* *twitch*

Stop that, throat.

*tickle* *twitch* *scratch*

Auuugh! That tell-tale sign is back. I'm likely going to catch a cold, and just in time for Lisa's annual work Christmas party. Not good. The last thing I want to do on Saturday is to be snuffling and snorking, or coughing up a lung or three. If that is the case, I probably won't be the only one. It seems everyone in Lisa's department is feeling under the weather this week. We'll make such a fun table Saturday night!

Who knows? If I keep hyper-dosing on the echinacea and vitamin C, perhaps the ailment demon will be warded off. After all, it is my duty to regale the folks at the party with my rendition of the Dollar Wine dance. I have it on good authority that I wave my dollar better than anyone else this side of Montego Bay. Apparently there is video evidence of this from the party 2 years past. I'm torn between wanting to see it and keeping it under lock and key forever. The dance is potentially hazardous to one's health too. One wrong move, say ten-cent instead of dollar, and you could end up in traction for weeks on end.

*tickle-dey tick*

Grr. I know. Another drink of cold water should alleviate the problem.

(Later...) Okay, the throat is still itchy, but now I have to pee up a storm every 10 minutes. I'm evidently fated to catch this cold. You would think that after 9 1/2 years of working in a school I would have been exposed to virtually all strains of the damn thing, but evidently not.

Oh great; now my eyes are itchy. And my nose is getting snuffly. Fuck.

Hmm, time for lunch. Here's to chicken noodle soup!

...or to a full turkey meal, with all the fixings. I am stuffed with stuffing!

I think Winter is on permanant backorder. It's December 13th, and I have yet to see a solitary snowflake flitting about. This is ridiculous. I know Winter doesn't officially start for another week, but hello? Canada? Winter? Snow? Ice?

It's not like the weather gods have an option here either. We're supposed to have flaky white stuff in December. Why else would der Bing-A-Ling sing about a White Christmas? You don't see him traipsing about with Rosemary Clooney, serenading the troops with stirring lyrics like "I'm dreaming of a brown Christmas; just like the mud I used to know...." Feaugh! It's +14C outside today. Unreal.

Hmm, just checked the forecast. Tomorrow the temperature is supposed to drop back down to seasonal values and we could get some (are you ready for it?) wet snow! Yay! Finally. Mind you, come Sunday and Monday, Environment Canada is saying the temperature will spike up to unseasonable levels again, so if any of the stuff that might fall tomorrow happens to stick, it'll get washed away by the rain early next week.

I'm still hopeful. I'd like to see a nice little snowstorm swing through on the 23rd or 24th, giving us a nice fresh coating of white for the morning of the 25th. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, too.