I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but it is bone chilling cold here tonight with a very blustery wind making it seem all the much colder. My little wireless weather station currently reads 17 degrees Fahrenheit (-8.33 Celsius) at 3:18 A.M. We are certainly not used to such cold this far in the Deep South.
One of the hardest parts of my recent stay in the hospital was the cold. Our rooms weren’t heated for some reason causing uncomfortable coldness at night and most days. As you may know, we are all gripped in a mini ice age in the United States these days. You would often see the lucky patients with their warm coats and sweat pants on and the unlucky patients wrapped in those cheap and thin hospital blankets trying to keep warm. It was all rather draconian. Silent Peter spent his whole time at the mental hospital wrapped in two thin, pink blankets trying to stay warm.
I have a busy day ahead of me today. I have to drive down to Opelika, Alabama to talk to my therapist, Barbara. My social worker, Curtis, sent it up for me. He feels it is important that I talk early and often with a professional. I hate having to pay $75 dollars an hour just for me to ramble. I feel I do that on this blog for free and get feedback from you all via the comments.
I still haven’t smoked a cigarette since last Saturday afternoon and for that I am proud. Quitting smoking has to be one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. It is amazing though that my sense of smell has returned and I can breathe through my nose again. Everything in my house reeks of cigarette smoke still. I never realized just really how badly the stuff stank until I quit for any decent period of time. Well, I am rambling. Let me get some more sleep and then get ready for my therapy session. I hope my car will crank in the morning after such a battery sapping, cold night.