A contagion is circulating around the office and I’ve been trying my damndest not to catch it.
Today, unfortunately, something latched on; I've felt just north of miserable all day long.
So tonight, I'm moving my butt away from the laptop and moving it to the couch where I can curl up with a blankey, a movie and pint of ice cream, which will not do a thing to alleviate the symptoms, but it will make my taste buds very happy.
Just two days ago here in the lovely state of Minnesota, it was 80s degrees and humid. Really quite summer-like for an autumn day.
Today, however, is a different story. Right now, it’s 56 degrees and dropping. It won’t get to freezing temps here in the metro, but it will be cold enough that meteorologists are advising we cover up any delicate flowers or plants.
So I did just that. I covered up my plant, which has been sitting on my balcony since late April. But I’m also feeling guilty and sad for having done so.
Sad, partially because it signals the end of summer and the transition to the season which starts with a ‘w’ but shall remain unspoken until such time as necessary. Sad, also, because my plant’s tendrils were wound around the balcony’s railing and I felt so guilty unwinding each one and setting them next to the base of the plant.
I took a light blanket and covered up my girl (yes, I refer to my plant as female, get over it), talked to her and told her it was either the blanket or bring her in until next spring when it warms up again. I think she understood the blanket was the best option. Too soon to bring her in; the days are still in the 60s, but the nights are starting to get chilly.
Now before you start thinking I’m some crazy plant lady with 100 different plants around the apartment, you’d be wrong, it’s just the one.