Monday, March 9, 2015

The Good, the Bad, & the Annoying

Dear John,
 
Have I mentioned lately that I love you, adore you, worship the ground you walk on, and miss you an incredible amount? I wanted to be sure you know that. :)
 
The good news is the weather, believe it or not. It's going to be in the 50s all week and the town is walking around smiling. When it reaches 55 on my day off, I'm going to open the windows and air out the house. All this sunshine and warmth is melting the two feet of snow so we may all drown soon. But thanks to you, I expect our basement to be nice and dry. I'll keep an eye on it - don't worry.
 
The bad news is that I now have a head cold. But my voice is much better so I was able to go to work today. And this is why God made Sudafed. It tames the running, dripping, and sneezing. And by noon I was able to breathe through my nose. It was a nice feeling. I like that.
 
The annoying news is the usual for this time of year: Daylight Stupid Time is back. I so loved it when Indiana didn't do that. I'm leaving for work in the dark again. And it's only March, but it's already light when I go down the hall for bed. The animals are completely confused. No, I take that back - the animals are the ones that aren't confused. They know they're being fed at a different time. It takes me a while to get used to it - last night I had a hard time getting go sleep an hour earlier than usual. Everybody is complaining about it, on Facebook and at the bank. I haven't heard anybody say, "Oh, goody! The time change is here!"
 
You live outside of time, you lucky man. You don't have to deal with any of this - weather, colds, or Daylight Stupid Time. I envy you, you know. You're done with labor, struggle, illness, sin, evil, and all those miscellaneous results of human sin. I'm glad you are enjoying your reward. I'd hoped to join you before I had to change all the clocks, but here I still am. And the clocks are all changed, including the one in the car. It gains about a minute a month, so it's right for a little while.
 
I'd better take my runny nose and stuffy head off to bed. I miss you most at bedtime. Sleep good, dream of me, and visit my dreams if you can.
 
Love you forever,
Joan.

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