George R.R. Martin (grrm) wrote,
George R.R. Martin
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Grey Days

Strange days here in Santa Fe. One night we get a blizzard that dumps six inches of snow on us, the next day is so bright and warm that the snow is gone by noon. Many grey days, damp, overcast, chilly without being freezing. Winter is holding on.

I cannot seem to shake this crud. Taking vitamin D and C, taking various cold remedies and allergy meds, and all of them help, but I'm still congested and coughing. It's more annoying than anything else. The worst part is how tired it makes me feel. Just when I most need to be shifting into high gear, I have no bloody energy. Not much good work getting done.

Ty is on vacation too, visiting Minnesota with his lovely wife. So stuff is piling up here, and I seem further behind with every passing day.

Plus bad news on various fronts that I cannot talk about.

Ah, don't mind me. I'm just in a fool mood.

I'm going back to the DANCE. I need to kill someone.
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