Sixteen cold degrees grace our sun shiny yard and at 6:30 this morning I decided I had laid under the warm covers long enough.  I had turned in at 9:30 last night because the last couple of days have been wearing me out.  My arms seemed to ache incessantly day and night making it almost impossible to do anything but the domestic duties I have to do and sleep will not come easily.  Once I do manage to sleep I dread waking up.  Each day brings the feeling of not being able to get warm to add to the misery. 
I also feel like Mt. Vesuvius turned upside down.  It is not so much the pain as the feeling of losing control and the stress of having to continually be aware of the possibility of an accident to avoid humiliation.  Consequently I haven’t picked up a project or relaxed, other than a little T V viewing, during this time.  I don’t know what today will bring.  I took some medicine last night that seemed to control it but haven’t taken any more today. 

But enough whining, I’m going to try to do a little house cleaning, bed changing, work on some projects, and take some more medicine today.  I’m almost convinced that dwelling on the situation only makes it worse.  So stay warm, stay in touch, and keep laughing—-I’m going to try.