Winter Is One Giant Headache

My head is pounding like mad this morning, and it’s turning me into what The Lovely Mrs. G. refers to as “a crabby monkey”. Got any bananas?

It’s cold and snowy here in the Midwest, and I for one am already tired of winter. True; winter technically hasn’t even started yet, but already I’m sick of being cold. If it were up to me it’d snow only on Sunday mornings and on Christmas eve, which would only stick to the grass (never the streets or sidewalks). It’d then melt the next day and be sunny and 70 for the rest of the year. When I meet Him, I’ll have to recommend this method of snow to God. Who knows – maybe He’ll go for it. I’m sure He’s heard stranger requests than that.

I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve such a horrible headache, but whatever it is, I’m sorry. I had a bad bout with nightmares last night, which certainly didn’t help matters. So maybe I just need a good night’s sleep in a warm bed. And if that doesn’t work, a bottle of Jim Beam and a handful of Ambien might do the trick.

Okay, okay. I’m not promoting the mixing of alcohol and fistful of sleeping pills. Not a good idea, kids. Don’t try this at home. But the warm bed part? I really could go for that about now.

So I’ll go take a couple of Advil (“The Wonder Drug” – you’ll wonder how you got through your day without it) and hope that the headache – and the snow – go away soon.