When I went down to lunch today, our hallway was an icy 70 degrees with icy air blowing around. That was 10:30. It is now 2:30 pm, and my lungs are still burning from that few minutes of icy air. With two pairs of socks, heavy jeans, two shorts, two sweaters, a hat, and a scarf.

It is a chilly, cloudy, cold windy, 80 outside. There is no reason for the halls to be 70 degrees with an icy lung burning air blowing.

I know I used to be able to withstand 70 degree weather. I can't anymore.

It is not easy never being able to be warm and comfortable.

I miss easy breathing. I wish I could be outside. Of course, to go outside in my power chair, I have to go through the icy hallways, get warm outside, and then back into the icy hallways to get back to my apartment.

Ugh.

Good morning.

Am tired, and in pain, as usual.

No one wanted to get up yesterday. It was an exhausting day.

There has been so much chatter lately about Artificial Intelligence and using the acronym AI.

Cue slightly corny, inappropriate, joke.

Last night, watching a new to me vet show, where they were "helping" the cows reproduce, they referred to artificial insemination as AI. Multiple times.

I laughed. I had never heard artificial insemination referred to as AI. And I watch vet shows all the time!

In my fantasy novel, (wood, meadow, and ocean) fairies, trolls, and witches seem to be the main characters.

Apparently, the trolls are important, though I don't know why yet. They aren't a main character. Though they may be a main side (or hidden nonspeaking) character. Not to say they can't speak, they can. They even have their own service window at the bookstore! That was important enough for chapter 4. And later, with some of the history.

How could a troll have helped save the forgotten books of knowledge? On purpose? By Accident? And whom among them today knows where they are hidden, and how to reach them? What traps await them?

I received an email today that really felt as if someone I don't personally know was making fun of me.

I am mostly blind, and made a mistake filling out a form.

Half the time, I can't guess which, often invisible, field, is supposed to answer which question.

I imagine it was written in that way to remind me to be more careful.

It made me feel bad about my lack of vision instead.

There are days I really wish I had a friend who enjoyed all that tacky online admin, and could do in a few minutes, what takes me (with limited vision, mobility, and health) multiple days to do.

Whatever this mess is in my neck and shoulders, I am still in pain.

Hope everyone has a better day than me!

Some one decided to (insert multiple curse words of choice) mention my hair today.

It's a birth defect. I cannot control it. I try to keep it as short as I can so it will stay as straight as possible.

Short of shaving it, it's only about an inch long, there isn't much else I can do.

So, if I am grouchy, sorry. It isn't you all.