I’m freezing right now. It’s 75 degrees in the house. Does that make ANY sense?
“Soraya, put on a scarf, it’s freezing right now.”
“Are you serious? It’s like 10 trillion degrees outside”
“Wear your hat”
“I worked so hard on my hair!”
“Okay fine, when you get sick, don’t get upset”
That’s pretty much how my winter morning conversations go. I kind of gave up not listening to my mom when she tells me to bundle up. For the past 10 years of my life, since I have been able to speak, she has proved me wrong. And so here I sit with a cup of water, a Tylenol pill, a sweater, and a look of defeat. I am getting sick.
My body tends to pick the worst times to make me sick. Always. Whatever, I better get better in half an hour. I have places to go, civilization to see, and food to eat.
Onward germs, onward we march.
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