The Wind Blows

I have a cold. Colds were invented to make people miserable. It works. I'm miserable. Constant sore throat. Extremely tired so every thirty minutes or so I must go and lie down a little. Too tired to read or watch TV but not sleepy. So I'm literally doing nothing and bored out of my mind.

Outside, the wind has been hollering like a banshee all day. You hear it pressing on the windows, the walls, shaking the trees like it's furious and will not calm down. It's a wind tempest.

Meanwhile, I'm bored. And tired. But not sleepy.

Below was a second before opening presents. We had a nice time. Now, I have a cold.