CM

This is my 900th blog posting!
900 blogs in 61 months, at an average posting rate of 14.75 blogs per month
I did start to work out how many total words I’ve written, and which day of the week I blog on most often, but even I’m not that obsessive…

My chesty cough cold-thing disappeared mysteriously overnight, which I’m pleased about. I was expecting to wake up full of snot and coughing my lungs up, but none of that materialised. Maybe I just needed some sleep. The weather has been behaving like a petulant teenager for the last ten days so it’s not surprising my body has reacted strangely. I am nearly thirty now, so I can’t expect my old bones to cope as well as they used to in extreme weather. 
March 10th and there’s been swirling snow showers outside all day, with more expected in the morning. I have dealt with all this by refusing to look out of the window and pretending to myself that it’s 16 degrees C with blazing sunshine. What’s the use of having an overactive imagination if I can’t use it to make myself feel better once in a while? Some people would call it ‘a sensible distraction from the harshness of Winter in Norfolk.’ Others might call it ‘an example of a coping strategy applied by an insane mind as a way of removing itself from reality’ but I don’t like those people.

I have to work the dawn shift tomorrow and I’ll probably be driving on ice to get there, so I’m off for yet ANOTHER early night now.  I swear - I didn’t even sleep since this much when I was a baby.

RC 10-3-13