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I am sick of the cold already. If I didn't love the trees and rivers and springs so much here, I'd move further south. This weather blows.

In other news, I was really tired yesterday and did not have as good a workout at boxing as normal. I just didn't have the energy. Also the coach kept sneaking up on me while I was working the speed bag. He thought it was funny that I wouldn't notice him there until he said something. I was FOCUSING! But I am hitting the speed bag better, and he said that my workout wasn't as bad as I was saying it was.

Last night Pat made a point of getting me to bed early and I slept almost eight hours. YAY!

But it's fucking cold here and I hate having to wear multiple layers. I like it in the 80s. I'm perfectly happy being warm, even hot.

But cold just buries itself into my bones and makes me ache and whine. 

You need to dress like Nanook of the North. It's 33F outside! WTF?! What have you people done to Florida?! WOE!

And it's supposed to be colder tonight.

I'm taking a long-sleeved shirt to wear under my t-shirt for boxing, but there's not much else I can do. The boxing club is in a big metal building with huge doors that open up to the outside. Even if only one is open, the temperature outside is what you get inside. So I'm going to be cold today. 

May I also remind the fucking world that I have arthritis and cold does not work well with arthritis? ARRRRGGGGGHHHH.

In short, I'm annoyed and cold and cranky.

Last night the Rams just needed to show up to win the game. The Cardinals could not get out of their own way. It was sad. They did score a bit in the second half, but it was way too little too late.

Fortunately, I like the Rams (I also like the Cardinals), so it is fine in terms of a result.

Now on to the next set of playoff games.

Man, I did not want this to be Monday, but it is.

Yesterday I went climbing and banged myself all up trying to do a route that my hands just cannot handle. I am stubborn. I keep trying it, but I'm going to have to give it up. I have bruises, scrapes, and I twisted my left shoulder enough I had to have Pat massage it last night to unknot it.

Saturday I did not climb because the young woman who asked me to take her climbing no-showed and didn't answer my texts. (sigh) 

However, Pat and I had a good weekend anyway. The teams we like (except for the Bucs game which we did not watch) all won. So we've been quite happy with the outcomes.

I started a new book, Dave Grohl's autobiography. It's very good so far. I thought it would be interesting and it is.

Now I'm off to work, and surely a mailbox full of queries about e-gift cards. (sigh)

And it's going to get colder tonight. BOO-HISS!