Make it stop!

For a woman fighting the evilest form of passive aggressive bronchitis and just barely recuperated from that spill down our stoop, it was absolute torment to turn around on my desk and watch these tiny snowflakes falling all day long.

It wasn’t sticking, but it was distressing to witness. It just kept coming as if it had no intention of ever stopping.

Despite the debilitating nature of my ailment, the one awesome thing about being home for a better part of a week was the silence. I have no patience, no desire and no urge to put up with a multiple of voices all demanding my attention as if suddenly no one is capable of independent thought. Neither my brain nor my ears are in the mood to weed through the bullshit.

At one point, I ventured into the storm. Happily! The prospect of pneumonia actually had its charm; the promise of peace, eternal if it need be, seemed like a much better prospect.

I have no idea if it is a side effect of my failing health, all I know is that I’m just endowed with so much tolerance and it is simply depleted. And now I’m just trapped. I really need to find a release because February is not my best month; I hate all 20-odd days of it, every freaking year!

I am just so goddamned tired.