I swear I'm growing mushrooms between my toes.
Last Thursday we had driving horizontal heavy rains, 40 mph winds, and I got miserably soaked just walking a few hundred feet from Everett Tower to my vehicle. And I had a raincoat and an umbrella.
When did we get to be such wimps?
I remember traipsing around in the rain all the time as a kid. Now, somehow, I manage to avoid being out in the rain, to the point where I couldn't remember the last time I got soaked like I did on Thursday.
We're not like the English.
As a big fan of U.K. film and actors, I cannot tell you how many times I've seen movies of people walking around in the rain, without a hat or umbrella, and somehow live. Now it's an annoyance when I get rain on the inside of my car door from having the door open to like get in...
Of course I've been sick a lot this year.
And after getting soaked on Thursday, wouldn't you know it? Monday I woke up with a sore throat. And when the coughing started, I began to hack up big blobs of green aliens -- I think the concrete crap which invaded my sinuses a few weeks ago is FINALLY letting loose and sliding down.
Behold The Eye...
Thursday evening, I checked The Weather Channel, just to see a large rotating comma storm rolling across Michigan. The tight eye/center of the storm passed right north of Allendale, leaving a desperate roar of wind to blast across West Michigan. Guess the weather I walked/drove through was "real". Funny thing, Chicago relatives happened to look at The Weather Channel at about the same time, telling a visiting Mrs. Dr. Phil, "Say, isn't the eye of that storm going like right over your house?"
But it's Wednesday now.
And Sudafed is still not stopping the "running waters" of my sinuses, and I'm still coughing up a storm. Even with über-strength Mucinex, I'm still coughing and expectorating. Just how many cubic meters is the interior volume of my big fat head? (grin)
It's The Chair for you!
Monday night I finally left bed and finished sleeping in a living room chair, and I slept soundly there last night. Can't stand having things sliding around inside when I lay my head down, and hacking up great chunks of throat and lung doesn't facilitate Mrs. Dr. Phil's sleep... (grin)
I'll just take it out on the students.
Time to go home now and finish writing the Exams 1's for my classes on Thursday and Friday.