no, not I *am* cold, although it is that too – bloomin’ freezing. at least it’s not wet (not here, anyway) and windy with it though, which is one blessing. I hate it when its like that – strong, cold winds, that drive freezing cold needles into exposed flesh, and rip windchill through your clothes.. urgh. That’s the worst for me.
No snow here, either. Yet. Just lots of evidence that Jack Frost has been dancing all over the place, making pretty patterns. Keeping a close eye on the weather forecast: at the moment, if we get any snow, it’ll be on saturday night. we’ll see.
But yes, I have a cold. miserable, manflu cold. In a bit I’m going to lie on the sofa, moan weakly, and whimper about “I want to dieeee”, and ask Michiel to wait on me hand and foot.
<wind whips past, rolling dried grasses round in a ball, like in the movies>
Yeah, i know, so NOT going to happen. Not that he wouldn’t look after me if I was seriously ill (he has in the past, he undoubtedly will again), but for a cold? nah. suck it up, keth.. its just a cold.
In terms of studying, things are going well. very well, actually. *wrinkles nose* … almost too well. I keep waiting to find my nose pressed to the floor cos I’ve fallen flat on my face. (Cynical, much?) mind you, I haven’t had my first essays back from college yet. hmmm. That might be the pratfall I’m expecting/dreading… I’ll hopefully get them back next week.