Sprained, Strained and Drained!!!!!

The winter months have kicked my ass to the curb, and I believe it is still February.
Holidays, after the loss of a child, don't ever "jell" and this Christmas was no different. I stopped mid-way through my Christmas cards, my heart so full of love for the remaining people on my list. Yet, I could not put pen to paper. Hopefully, I will do a combo-card and send soon, with Happy New Year's and Happy Valentine's day greeting enclosed!! or I could just pitch the entire basket of cards??
January rolls into town, with horrible ice storms and snow, that shuts down Atlanta. My gypsy spirit under lock down. Coats , gloves, turtlenecks, socks, weigh heavy on me, my chilly albatross.
Then our trip into Boston, for the grandsons birthdays, anticipated with joy. The snow, as high as a Georgia pine, made me tread, oh so carefully. In the house, the last night of our visit, I missed a step and rolled my ankle. Yes, down I went, and down I stayed. A big production to get to and from the airport the next day, a merciless flight with a sick man across the aisle from me. I stopped counting the coughs and his sneezes, I was broken and knew this flying virus container of a plane, was going to get me. So now I have a bad sprained ankle, and a horrible cold and cough to usher in February. Work did not see me this week, I have been strained and drained. Each year I try not to give in to the gloomy weather, but when the stuff you are coughing up is the size of a squirrel, the magic of winter eludes me.
Yesterday I received a jury summons for March, really!!!
My Bill told me this morning, that we may have snow next week. My response was, " Now you know why I don't support the NRA!" I would have been locked and loaded in December!!
Life is a beast at times, and I'm riding her all the way, kicking and screaming!!!!