Dilatory


 


Also, dawdling, dragging, and dozy. Perhaps other words beginning in the letter d.

The last couple of weeks have seen me dabbling in those dreaded d's. I'm not sure why I'm feeling so run-down, but so it is. I think I just need a bit of a holiday (and President's Day is coming, so I just have to hang on for another week and a bit). It's an odd sort of run-down, since it comes with a side of manic - at odd intervals I get punchy and goofy and feel a random surge of energy before I drift back down into dreary drowsiness.

Possibly I should just label this feeling "reaction to sudden cold weather" and leave it at that (I'm not sure why giving reasons for things like this helps me, but so it is). I am glad the cold weather is here - cold is how winter should be, after all, unless one lives further south than we do. I don't mind bundling up, and any excuse for knitwear is a good one as far as I am concerned. However, the sudden cold snap brought with it air so dry that each night I go to bed with yet another finger wrapped in a neosporin-laden band-aid to keep cracks at bay (unattractive, yet painful!). I drink copious amounts of water and I slather lotion, yet I know from experience that this is the season where I will be itchy and crackly and feel like someone has kiln-dried me on the wrong setting, leaving cracks and fissures.

To battle the dreary dismals, I give you one of my favorite Eddie Izzard bits (NSFW - language!), and remind you: never put jam on a magnet, never suck all the juice out of a vampire, and never, ever throw your granny in a bag.
Posted: Thursday - February 08, 2007 at 07:12 AM         | |

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