Winter is Fun!
Never fear, loyal readers! What? I have readers? *cough* After my run in with the dreaded illness, the worst thing I had to deal with over the weekend was a few periods of saying “I’m sorry, I’m just on the tail-end of something, and am losing my voice just a bit” to customers.
Unfortunately for the rest of my family (parents and sister), they are all sick as dogs, my sister being the worst off. Poor thing.
But, after having the warmest May on record, we finally have winter upon us. Right now it is raining, and the mornings are quite cold. Last week we had the coldest June day on record - into the minuses, which is odd for where I live. Right now, it’s raining.
Although cold is never fun, one of the things I love most is getting up late on a weekend, and sitting around the house for a bit, watching DVDs/TV or whatever. Just with no socks on. And then going to take a nice (really) hot shower, and feeling that good-pain of the nerves “coming back to life”.
That’s just me, though. What do you love about winter?
*iz ded*
I feel like crap. My head hurts, my nose is filled with some sort of yellow green brown yellow/green/brown gunk, I go from hot to cold to back again, and my body aches.
In short: I feel like crap.
I even slept for about thirteen hours last night, after taking a nap for most of the afternoon. Which is freaky-deaky, especially for me.
At least I am on the road to recovery now, and will be well enough to go and visit my grandparents tomorrow. <3
Also, apparently yesterday was one of the coldest days on record here. Went down into the minuses. Which is cold.
When I was in Germany in late November/early December, they were apparently having a warm winter (so far - I don’t know what happened after I left mid-way through). In the area around Köln, for example, they were having somewhere around 14 degrees some days, which for me wasn’t so bad. But when I was hanging around with people at Uni Wuppertal they were shocked that I was not piling on the clothes as it went below 15 degrees.
Of course, I was shocked to see them do just that. I would have thought that somewhere like Germany, where it did actually get cold, would be more used to it than me, who, well… isn’t. Apparently Dunedin life has made me more rugged than a German.
Who’d have thunk?
