Tastes like college?

I actually took medical advice that started with the words:

“Take some Ramen noodles…”

No, really. It was just a guy at the theatre, and the advice was to take Ramen and lots of hot sauce and put them together to help my congestion. It definitely made my nose run. And there was a nostalgic taste, but that’s about it. I’m still very sore throat-y and I have to blow my nose every 10 seconds. It looks like I have a really bad cocaine problem…

Whatever, I’m a big believer in letting things run their course, and just complaining and snarffling a lot along the way. I’m walking a fine line right now, between hating winter and being really annoyed every time I walk outside (or when it’s too cold inside) and not caring because I know that spring will come in a couple of months (eight weeks until Daylight Saving!). I dislike being cold, and wearing the same BLA DRAB clothes (I could live in black turtlenecks in the winter). Also, and I think more importantly, I become more of a hermit during the winter, and I find myself missing out on things I would otherwise enjoy. Part of this is because I just don’t feel as well physically when it’s cold. I spend too much time all scrunched up with my muscles clenched and my shoulders up around my ears. I have to pry myself out of this position. I get into bed and curl up into a teeny tiny fetal ball so as not to put any extremity out into the cold nether-regions of the mattress… In the summer I feel more stretched out, more physically alive, and by extension, more tolerant and more likely to embrace: things, people, ideas, life.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this. Every spring I am awed by how beautiful everything is. Every winter I’m shocked by how cold and uncomfortable I am. I KNOW it’s coming. For some reason, I feel slightly less affected by it this year. I’m trying to hold onto that and just enjoy life (as clenched as it may be) until spring…