Cold Season

As I am a resident of southern California, most other people from more meteorologically variable parts of the world can very well scoff at me if I complain about the weather being cold here. 45˚ F / 7.2˚ C is actually not shockingly cold to other people who live in, say, Sweden.

That’s not what I’m going to be talking about. When I say “cold season” I am talking about the season which renders a lot of people susceptible to catching a cold.

I hate it. I always get sick at least once during this season, no matter how hard I try to watch out.

Meh.

So this means I took some sick days off of work, at both my day job (from Thurs-Fri) and from work at the bar (Sat) because ordinarily, I’d screw up or sincerely stifle getting better by going out and doing something while convincing myself I am not that sick… I already made that mistake by attending the company Christmas party on Thursday and I have set myself back another day (so, hypothesis debunked: the alcohol in a glass of whiskey does not kill bacteria).

Anyway, the point is to get well as soon as possible so I’m not going to remove myself from my apartment until I have all of my batteries charged at 100%. As I am in quarantine, it has been prudent of my roommate that he’s barely been here this weekend. Good move, intentional or not, I hope whatever I’ve caught isn’t airborne and that he doesn’t get sick.

Being sick is lame and I have quickly remembered that it is also pretty boring. At least SNL is airing the Chris Farley episodes and not some lamer re-run during the writer’s strike.

I would rather be at work, because at least I might be making money.

However, I’d rather be well than to have money and feel no better. So, quarantine it is.

*cough*