Wet snow, very wet. Wind kicking up to greater velocity at a steady rate.
I've gone through an entire box of kleenex within 24 hours. It came out of nowhere, y'all. Just hanging, you know, as you do, on the holidays, with the peeps you really like, and -- Blam-O! No breathing, no sleeping, no appetite. It's sort of weird to go in a matter of seconds from enjoying very much your Christmas dinner, to -- you can't even smell it, much less want to it.
I am really tired of this. It happens too many years, that I get sick like this during or on the holidays. And all these friends coming in or who are already here, from all over the country and the world. Argh. Excuse me while I whimper and moan and otherwise demonstrate my 100% misery.