Yup, that's what I feel like this morning. I slept terribly last night because of dreams filled with terrible angst. These dreams are always the same but with variations on the people, place and circumstances. I'm stuck in a situation where I have to do something that is, for one reason or another, impossible to do. As I'm laboring over my task, there are always many people coming into the area thwarting my every move. And it's imperative that I interact with these people in a cheerful and pleasant manner. (Go ahead, psychoanalyze me.) In the dream I work so hard trying to accomplish the task that I wake up physically exhausted.
My dear husband took one look at me this morning and said (tongue in cheek), "My goodness, don't you look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning."
Besides feeling physically exhausted, I am also a vision of loveliness . . . not. I mean, for Pete's sake, what 67-11/12 year old woman gets a first-class teenage pimple on her left lower eyelid, I ask you?? Am I being punished for some past sin?
I've had it for four days now and it hurts every time I blink my eye. And I'm tired of it. When I wake up int he morning, my eye is all goopy and stuck shut. (TMI?)
Not only is the lower lid swollen but also around the tear duct and into the corner of my eye. I currently have three layers of sag and bag under the eye. The lid is swollen, the usual "bags under the eye" area is swollen and then just for good measure, there is one more separate swollen poofy little pouch on the top of my cheekbone. I tell ya, I'm losing modeling jobs left and right because of this adolescent outbreak.
Guess what the good news is from our local weather reporting station? We are to be on the alert for a late winter storm (or is it early spring storm now?) starting Sunday morning and going to Monday morning with a possible 8" of new snow. Goody. What snow we have left was beginning to look a smidge on the gray and dirty side. This will freshen things up a bit. Snow lovers that we are, there comes a time when you want to put away the snow shovels and start thinking of gardening tools instead. Methinks that time has arrived. Snow, snow, go a-way. Come a-gain some other day. Like maybe next November?
I will take my grouchy, full of doom-and-gloom self away now. Although I've managed to feed us a good breakfast, I haven't made my morning latte yet. I shall go do that immediately and be a different person by the time I slurp my way to the bottom of the mug.
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