new year's eve

Two years ago, O and I got storm stayed at his dad's on New Year's Eve. I woke up the next morning sick as a dog. Head pounding, coughing, fever. O's dad made me fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and I lay under a pile of blankets until 3:00 in the afternoon, when buses started running and we made our way home. Took forever to get back to O's apartment, and the trip was made longer when, in my delirium, I got off at the wrong stop and had to trudge and extra two blocks in knee deep snow.

This year... another storm. All would have been well except at 7:30 this morning, I poked myself in the eye in my sleep. This might seem like a freak accident, but because I sleep with my eyes half open, it actually happens fairly often. Usually, I get a bit of blanket or pillow in the eye, but today it was a finger, nail straight in. Total killer. By 9am, it wasn't any better, so we trudged through knee deep snow to the bus, and headed to to walk-in clinic. Which was closed due to the weather. A long wait for the bus home, more trudging.

Mid-afternoon now. Eye is somewhat better, but I'm sure I've scratched it. O has just come in from shovelling, full of stories of neighbors who let the snow get the best of their tempers. An altercation with a huge bobcat driver in the back lane that I totally missed. Car has been dug out, dinner is on. Off we go to feast and celebrate the beginning of the new year.