I have a cold.

A miserable achy joint, stuffy nose, scratchy throat cold.

The thing I hate most about colds is the fact that they are so useless. They waste so much time and energy and accomplish nothing. Does it make me weird that I hate colds first and foremost because they make me inefficient.

On a related note, Bert was talking about being organized in the morning and I realized that I have everything timed perfectly. At five or six points during the morning I have time checks which allow me to adjust the time I spend on things in order to ensure that I’m slipping my hands into my gloves at exactly 8:39am.

If I have to take the garbage out I eat breakfast while making lunch instead of doing each seperately. If I discover that my tights have a hole in them and I need to dig around for another pair I spend less time doing my hair and use a single-tone eyeshadow instead of blending different shades / colours.

I don’t know when I became so freakishly obsessive compulsive but I’m not worried and I’ll tell you why. Every single minute from 8:39am on is unscripted, hectic and absolutely chaotic.

But for an hour and a half every morning (two hours when I walk the dog) I might as well be Swiss.

In the meantime, sniff, sniff…cough.