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While I would definitely prefer the phlegmyness to stop, there is something hugely satisfying about watching gobs of it get washed out of my nose and into the sink with the neti pot. Sorry, maybe I should have put a bodily function warning on this statement.
It was 49 degrees this morning in our apartment, but I think it's gone up one or two degrees because of the sun. I've had the oven on all morning while working in the office which maybe makes it 60 degrees, or maybe I'm just doing better because I'm wearing a skullcap. I'm bundling up to leave soon and go hang out at the apartment of a friend who we're catsitting for, and hopefully when I return, the heat will magically be back on (if by 'magic' I mean the repair guy scheduled for 11 will have come and used his skills).
Last night I slept in long underwear and pajamas and between down comforters and I got overheated and couldn't really maintain a proper body temperature, since my options were 90 degrees or 40 degrees. As a result, I had many fever-pitched dreams, the last one involving being in the backyard with Sophie, two squirrels, and a skunk. I did some reading on the symbolism and the concepts that stood out were about assertion and balance, my sense of self and being in my body is out of whack, erratic energy with no focus which leads to stagnation, and losing energy on worry instead of action. Or maybe I just fear that I smell bad. Or the damage of carbon monoxide being sprayed on me from an oven and space heater being on all the time, but I can't actually smell it to know that it's killing me.
It was 49 degrees this morning in our apartment, but I think it's gone up one or two degrees because of the sun. I've had the oven on all morning while working in the office which maybe makes it 60 degrees, or maybe I'm just doing better because I'm wearing a skullcap. I'm bundling up to leave soon and go hang out at the apartment of a friend who we're catsitting for, and hopefully when I return, the heat will magically be back on (if by 'magic' I mean the repair guy scheduled for 11 will have come and used his skills).
Last night I slept in long underwear and pajamas and between down comforters and I got overheated and couldn't really maintain a proper body temperature, since my options were 90 degrees or 40 degrees. As a result, I had many fever-pitched dreams, the last one involving being in the backyard with Sophie, two squirrels, and a skunk. I did some reading on the symbolism and the concepts that stood out were about assertion and balance, my sense of self and being in my body is out of whack, erratic energy with no focus which leads to stagnation, and losing energy on worry instead of action. Or maybe I just fear that I smell bad. Or the damage of carbon monoxide being sprayed on me from an oven and space heater being on all the time, but I can't actually smell it to know that it's killing me.
