Something Wicked This Way Comes

I woke up this morning with a 300 lb weight on my chest and the complete inability to breath through my nose. Apparently, my mucous membranes and lungs engaged in civil war while I was asleep. I'm barking like a junkyard dog. I get ready for work anyway. I walk out my front door and am greeted by fast-falling, wet snow. Awesome. Snow in Chicago is to be expected and wouldn't be a bother if people didn't to forget how to drive every time they're faced with the frozen precipitous nuisance. Transit Drivers are not exempt from this anomaly. Great. I manage to accumulate a half inch of snow in the twenty minutes I wait on the corner. I'm completely positive wet hair is helping my cause. Thanks, Bus Tracker; you're a real pal. I make it to the train, along with ten thousand other travelers who have experienced inclement weather delays during morning rush; we get really acquainted and cozy as we cram into train cars, but at least nobody has to worry about feeling cold. I get to work, late. I yearn to be back in bed. My inner drill seargeant tells me to put on my big girl panties and deal; it's only eight hours.

So, here I am. I slugged some Dayquil. I've polished off an excess 40oz. of peppermint tea. I'm armed with an orange and a grapefruit to suppress the combatants. I'm optimistic... and plotting to regain control; I don't have time for this. 

On a brighter note, I did get my January socks started, AND the Packers somehow pulled off a running game for a much appreciated 'W' on Sunday. I am so far pleased with both the pattern and yarn. I LOVE the lattice detail up the front of the socks! I'm trying a broader toe with this pair, so far, I'm digging it, but I might try four fewer stitches at CO if I do it again. With any luck, these will be off the needles and on my feet before the weekend (assuming I am the victor against whatever evil doer agent is wreaking havoc on my body).