Ground Hug Day
I don't wanna hug the ground today. It's cold n some frozen snow is still there off the walkways, cause Monday it snowed a few inches.
My mind keeps thinking about what a ground up hug would be like, n if it would smell good like coffee grounds, or like dirt, or maybe be X-rated on film, because our language can be so ambiguous it could mean many things, the slip of one letter... n my typos are muy muy muy! my hands way tired.
These had just happened, n I liked them too:
My poor tired brain would rather entertain itself with funny thoughts about what those may be, instead of all those repeated weekly chores n errands I need to do.
It seems everyday like I've been here before, n I'm reminded of Bill Murray n Andie MacDowell doing a day over n over again until they get it right. I've kinda lost sight of what's actually the right way to stop the rut I seem to be in with time since I moved here. I always hope to score a lottery win to nullify this rut with ease.
I got sick with a flu yet again for the work-week, n actually was out a day because standing up was out of the day equation. I'm finally back to eating little bits, n am slow-cooking a stew that will last awhile because I'm filling up so quick. Plus, some one messed up the freezer by not closing the door tight, so it had to be defrosted n I'm in a hurry to cook up my stuff. Threw most of the planned to re-heat stuff away from waiting too long, now many rainy Day freezer things too.
I think I only can remember 3 days since Xmas time when I didn't feel sick with sinus issues.