Still F*(*)(*)*() cold

I suppose.  It's January.  It just seems like we had enough of this in December.  Don't do this in April.  That's all that I got to say to Mother Nature that bitch.

A three day week for me and I'll take that.  As part of my feel better about myself  movement, I am getting my first manicure on my own in six years.  I realized I busted a nail yesterday morning when I was in a store.  I thought how did that happen?  I don't know if the student will have a fit about it.  All the other nails are kind of growing ok.  I know my nails are easy to break in winter time.  I'm not even about having pretty polish on my nails.  I just want my hands to feel less achy if that makes sense.  I just have junky nails and I accept that.  I just sometimes want to dress them out and take them out to the grocery store or library.  

This red spot on my nose hurts.  Well maybe sore is the right word.  I'm hoping it's just dry skin or acne.  I'm not horribly worried just puzzled.  I wondered with the missing nail if maybe I scratched myself or stabbed myself in the nose during my sleep.  I don't think I want to see on camera while I sleep.  I hope this little eye sore will go away on its own.  I think it's just angry from the cold dry weather. I know I am.

I see this week is a sucksville week for weather.  Oh well. I was hoping I could have gotten one day of good walking in on this three day weekend but Mother Nature foiled my plans.  

Not sure what the day has ahead for me. I hope the week is maybe meeting free.  We meet this morning as a group.  I think things have been better since the lurker went on leave.  Can't say I'm thrilled that the diva is offering to train the thinker on my area.  I thought we had a conversation about feeling pushed out now didn't we?  I laughed it off when I found out but now it's like why do people do that?  Stay in your own lane, please.  

I had to text the Gret Fava to ask him if he returned the rent certificate.  He was his formal self again and informed me that he mailed it late last week.  Of course he did.  My mom is convinced she's not going to get money back.  No, she will.  I will knock on Charlie and Jeremy's door with her.  She has to help explain it but I'll get it started.  I've had enough of people ripping us off or costing us more money.

I'm going to go try to stay warm.

I hope the good humans stay warm and have a good day.  

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