I’m cold. My apartment is cold. Outside is cold. My hands are cold and my nose is cold. I’ve been so cold that I’ve developed the habit of shrugging my shoulders up constantly as a protective gesture. I don’t know if it really makes me any warmer, but it’s some sort of instinctual thing, and I do it when I’m not thinking. I even do it when I sleep.
I know this because last week I woke up barely able to turn my head or lift up my left shoulder. Ridiculous.
So for the past week or so I’ve tried to stretch, massage, and apply heat in hopes that someday I might be normal again.
But really the best thing I can do is to not be cold. And that’s why I just keep knitting on my big, blue blanket. My big, blue, light blue, green, super-warm, blanket.
It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever knitted, and it’s warm and snuggly. It covers my toes when I sit down to knit in the evenings, and it’s the only thing I want to work on. I think I could hibernate underneath it. I haven’t even finished knitting it, and I’ve been using it already (I just have to mind the needles sticking out at the top. Very cozy though). I don’t know how big it will be when it’s finished, but I feel like it’s a project that I’ll miss when it’s done…like a simple, well-written book. I’m feeling nostalgic already. sigh
Speaking of nostalgia, WordPress sent me an e-mail today reminding me that today’s my bloggiversary! A whole year has gone by since I started this blog, and I can’t believe how quickly it went. Makes me want to celebrate. Maybe eat some cake or something…
Sadly, my children ate all of the chocolate, chocolate chip muffins I baked this week, so I guess I’ll have to settle for a wrinkled watermelon radish instead.
Happy Bloggiversary! I’m really glad you’re all out there. :)