one of dem days...

 we (sorta) made plans for a quick day trip out of town to do some Nature watching. we proceed to wake up way too late to make it worth the drive. plus, there was that other thing.

him: sweetie... can you get me some headache pills? 

so, i pulled back the blanket and climbed out of bed... and almost fell over sideways. turns out, severe sinus pressure has a habit of confusing the mechanism in your inner-ear that is vital for stuff like balance and knowing which way is up. so, i had to stumble along to the bathroom, using the wall for support and guidance... which was a lot. i returned a short while later with painkillers, which we shared.

we then scolded ourselves for doing anything so stupid as to make plans in mid-Winter, even in a mild one like this. we have accepted that it is 'one of dem days'... until April... or May.

i get that people like adventuring in the cold, but taking photos of animals from the comfort of a heated vehicle is my notion of Winter Sport... like this one. i am fairly certain it is a ring-billed gull. 

(s)he was hanging out atop a mountain of snow, watching chunks of ice float down the St. Lawrence. yes. that qualifies as a pastime. especially when it is cold, and you live in the middle of a large river. 

speaking of activities in the cold... i have been watching curling. totally unironically. well... sorta unironically. it began, naturally, with the last Winter Olympics. i (and the rest of the planet) am amused by a sport where people spend so much time yelling "SVEEEP". then the Olympics were done, and i kept on watching. not enough to qualify as a "fan", but i definitely find it fascinating, and i would be down for giving it a try.

best of all... the animator makes fun of me every time he sees me watching curling, but it always ends the same way.

him: what's that [pointing to the screen]?

me: i'm watching Matt Dunstone play Joël Retornaz at the 2024 Co-op Canadian Open. 

two hours (and many curling jokes) later...

him: wow! Dunstone really does have a special touch with the stone. and he really seems to be handling the conditions better than everyone else. they're getting tripped up by the low humidity making the ice so dry. but, man... Dunstone can put that stone right where he wants it.

then i just looked at him.

me: do you even hear yourself right now?

then we laughed for a bit. that is how we handle most days.