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I can only read my own words so many times before they lose all meaning. Too much of it, and I think I'll just step away for days until it starts to make sense again.

Last night, the dreams were bad. I woke up in the middle of the night, my hand numb from sleeping at an awkward angle. My left hand still hurts, and if it wasn't for the mobility I would start to wonder if I fractured the finger. Just strange.

I could wrap myself up in this robe and not go anywhere.

survivalists

The office is a-twitter with weather forecasts. It dropped below freezing last night, and there's a second cold front expected to push through tomorrow. We're also getting a chunk of damp, wet air and the forecasts call for possible sleet and ice. Maybe even snow flurries in the panhandle region. But ice means everything shuts down here. There's no way I am driving anywhere if it ices over. Mwuahahah. I just went to the grocery store yesterday, so I don't mind being frozen at home for a day or so.

Last night I finally started reading White Oleander about two years after Melynda bought me a copy. It's engaging, and unexpected. I can see why Melynda liked it so much, particularly the descriptive quality of the writing. Given my life now, it's even more interesting than it could have been to watch Astrid's foster care placements.

It's busy at work, because it seems like half the office called out sick. Maybe they were hoping the ice would come today. It's just frigid out there. Another half hour and I can go eat fettucine alfredo with spicy italian sausage. That thought has kept me going all day long.