Spring in the Colorado Rockies is nothing if not completely un-fucking-predictable. It's a bi-polar buffet of snow, rain, wind, clouds, sun and mud. By far, spring here is my least favorite time of year. It's not just because I'm ready to chuck everybody's unmatching socks in the trash and go barefoot for the summer, well only partly. It has much more to do with my head and the migraines that come with INSANE weather patterns.
The barometric pressure changes every five minutes around here. The wind stirs up the barn owls and then they come and stomp on my roof which keeps me awake at night. The pressure and lack of sleep add to the already fragile environment inside my head. Then? BOOM! Migraines.
Today I've managed to lose my sight -twice. Had my right arm go numb, at least I knew it wasn't a heart attack since it wasn't on the left side. And I lost my breakfast in the office bathroom in a loud and not so graceful way. I feel as though I've been turned inside out and wrung from side to side. Someday I'm going to move to the equator where I hope there will be a glorious equilibrium and I never have to wear socks again, dammit.
The weather here is not much better. It feels more like the gloominess of fall, rather then the promise of spring warmth. It's cold as a muther and overcast. And I all I want to do is pack up all the damn winter shit so I can get about 10 loads of laundry to do less and ready to move.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think I am going to pitch all the socks when we leave, mostly because I don't feel like sitting with the basket and matching them.
-The Glamorous Army Wife
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Ah, a "bi-polar buffet." Brilliant description. Here's hoping you're sock-less and balanced soon.
ReplyDeleteI hope they sent you home from work. Making you work with a migraine is just evil.
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