This dry weather is KILLING me.

I don’t mind the cold so much. I get to wear cute sweaters and …pants. Okay, I hate wearing pants, but my sweaters are cute and warm, oh so warm. They would be cue with a skirt, though! HMm, I should get some tights. Not danci tights but thick winter-y worki ones.

But about this dry weather. Yeah, I don’t like it. It makes my voice sound like the third verse of that “Ain’t Got No Home” song by Clarence Frogman Jones. You know it, the one where he sings normal first and then all high and then, by the last verse, he is all scratchy, like a frog. That’s me, the third verse, the frog.

And not only content to be frog like, my body has rebelled further in this dry weather to make me Spongebob-like. Not happy, cavorting under-the-sea Sponge-bob, but scary on-land kitchen-Spongebob.

I feel like my eyes are going to pop out of my head!! They are so dry and horrible looking, I am embarrassed to walk around. I find myself sneaking into the bathroom, just to put warm compresses over my arid eyes. It only helps temporarily.

Oddly, I don’t remember EVER have these problems before. What makes this cold snap different? Global Warming? Is this what Florida is like when it’s cold?

Whatever it is, make it stop and let me wear skirts again.