Grey, Cold and Damp

Tuesday was a really dark day:  It was grey, cold and rainy.  It was the kind of day you want to build a fire in the fireplace (if you have one), curl up with a good book, and drink hot chocolate.  It was election day.  I wonder how the weather affected the election results. It was a full, busy day at work. 

And since it was a full day at work, I worked a little late.  On my way home, I had a couple of errands to run, so when I got home, the cats were waiting for dinner.  It was much later than usual.  But my cats have free access to food all day long, so I know they will not go hungry, although they are spoiled, and are picky about what they eat most of the time.

Wednesday was still kind of grey, and even Thursday was a little at first, but by the time I left work the sky was clear, bright and sunny. 

The problem with the grey, cold and damp days is I feel it in my bones.  It is like someone has iced my bones and put them in my body after doing so. I ache all over. I do not have a fever, it is just the ache from the cold and probably the barometric pressure change.

I do what I need to do to warm myself up:  Drink warm liquids, eat hot meals, dress in layers, and turn on the heater.  These help.  But, when I catch a chill, it is almost like it takes over my body, and it takes time for these measures to dispel it from my body.  This is not new for me.  I started having this problem when I was in my early teens.

Sometimes, when I can stay inside, stay dry and stay warm, I like the grey, cold and damp days. It is nice to bundle up in layers, snuggle under a warm cover and relax.  Maybe read, or listen to good music, or watch good TV. 

Grey, cold and damp does not have to be bad.  It is just not how circumstances allows me to deal with it.