… and nothing much to write about, either. I know there are places where this would be considered balmy temperatures this time of year. I used to live in a place like that.
The reason for the post is this.
In the last 4 days or so someone has been playing slide guitar with the temperature gauge around here. This means the barometric pressure has been doing the same kind of “merry” gliding up and down the scale.
(How can you tell I’m not a metrologist, even if I can spell the word?)
This also means that an “old friend” of mine is back to torment me – the yet-to-be-diagnosed*** achey and swollen joints I get every time the weather turns this mean. I can handle it fine if the temperature stays at a constant -20 or-25 or even -35 C – it’s the switching back and forth that gets to me. The knuckles and finger joints on my right hand swell up and are tender, I can barely hold on to a mug of coffee - let alone open a jar or anything like that. If we get this type of weather for a longer period of time, other joints begin to ache just as bad and I’m forced to popping pills to function.
*** The doctors have ruled out rheumatism, arthritis, chronic muscular pain and what-else. One doctor called it “benign pains” as he prescribed yet another type of anti-inflammatory, expensive medicine… Thanks a lot!
So – now that I’ve had a chance to feel sorry for myself, I’m going to plant myself on the couch and watch “D*sperate H*usewives” and just let the temperature go down… and up… and down again. It’s not as if my ranting would stop it!
I take a bath, wash my hair, get dressed, take Loki for a walk and take pictures – but a ring binder almost did me in today!
The view from my patio.
