It's waaaaaaay too early for Cabin Fever.

It's only the first week of January, and I'm already tired of the snow and cold, and ready for spring.  I'm ready for green grass and flowers and fresh air that doesn't freeze my nose hairs.  I'm ready for snow-free roads and I'm ready to have a vehicle that doesn't have any salt on it, or under it.  I'm ready for the sun to stay up later.

Go ahead, laugh. I deserve it.  As you may have gathered by today's title, I know it's much too early to feel this way.  We're barely into the new year, I've got at least 4 months before any of that is happening.  

So, we're getting the house settled pretty well.  Just today, we brought over what I believe is the last of the things we had at the old house.  Our new couch is being delivered this week.  I've been slowly putting the Christmas decorations away (except the lights, I can't take those down yet) and re-decorating for "the rest of the year".  That's one good thing about moving right before Christmas -- you can put Christmas decorations up wherever you want them if you unpack them before everything else!  

Hold the applause.  We still have the two barns' worth of stuff, including the F-mobile, the riding lawn mower, the hubby's woodworking stuff, and my horse stuff that actually survived the flood, as well as the camper and the Big Green Egg and the patio set from the back deck and misc other outdoor decorations and at least two non-running vehicles (3 or 4 if you count the dune buggies, oh wait, there's a dune buggy body in the old cow barn, too...) to bring over.  And two horses.  

I think that's part of what's fueling my fever (whether it's cabin fever or spring fever, which have always been the same thing in my mind but apparently are not): I've been having fun setting up and decorating the inside of our new place, but I want to get the outside set up, too!  I miss having my horses in the backyard.  Our deck is bare (except for the snow all over it) and the cute little patio on the back of the house looks so empty.  I was able to get a couple of things out there before the snow fell, but not much.  

Sigh.

Remember how I was just getting over COVID when my parents both ended up in the hospital and I had to switch my life's focus from me to them for a while?  I feel like I'm picking right back up where I left off on October 31 or so...in other words, run down, tired, and trying to recover.  That's not helped by the fact that I have a crappy head cold right now, but in these new and unprecedented times there is no such thing as "just a cold" anymore, so I'm under quarantine right now until the COVID test I took yesterday comes back.  There's a meme that goes around the nursing groups on FB that says something along the lines of how a voluntary 72-hour hold sounds like a nice, relaxing little get-away, and I can definitely relate to that right now.  Nothing to do but lay in bed and have someone bring me my meals and ask me every hour whether I'm feeling alright.  Can I 72-hour-hold myself at home?  Can I say that I have multiple personalities, and the responsible nurse personality can take care of the personality that needs rest and relaxation for a bit?  

For the first time, I've really been missing those 32-hour workweeks I had when I worked at the hospital.  Working four days and having three days off would be a nice gig to have again!  Not enough to go back to shift work and working holidays and weekends, but...it would be nice.  I've even thought about asking if I can work four 10-hour days instead of five 8-hour days (which are typically not just 8 hours...) but I haven't yet.  IDK if it would even make a difference in the job I'm in now, I think it would just turn into me trying to fit 5 days' worth of work into 4 days.  

Anyway, all this talk about how worn out I feel is making me sleepy.  Go figure.  I'm going to sign off and crochet some mittens or something.  TTFN!!