We’ve had a lot of ups and downs lately, weather-wise. Nothing quite as severe as earlier this Spring (which makes me think we’re due for something nasty soon), but a lot more leaping between the mid-70s and the 30s. So far, I’ve managed to avoid getting incredibly sick as a result of a temperature leap like that, but I’ve had a few close calls and only a bounty of rest and some extra days off have been able to keep a full-blown illness at bay. I’ve had two close calls, where I felt it coming on, but I was able to sleep both of them off. While my apartment was cold as hell, too, since each time arrived on the tail-end of a temperature peak, as it dwindled to its valley, which meant I got that good “mountain of blankets” sleep. In theory, anyway. I’m so tired and worn out that I genuinely can no longer tell when I feel this way because of tiredness versus when I feel this way from being worn down. And while the generally cooler weather we’ve been having is helping with that, I do wish it would settle one way or another so I could commit to a season and no longer have such achey joints every day or two, as the pressure rises and falls in front of whatever severe weather we get. Which has had a larger variety of late than the nigh-constant storms of a few weeks ago. Fire watch, severe gusts, pollution, and so one. Lots of the uncommon stuff on top of a pretty hefty looking storm currently slated to arrive early next week (though we’ll see if it ever shows up, given how rapidly things appear to change anywhere I can find a weather forecast these days).