Winter has officially won the battle for my sanity.
It was scoring on the little skirmishes all week: I don't especially enjoy mail that comes in from the box feeling like little pieces of dry ice. I'm not a fan of feeling as if the wind is about to break your bones. I don't think it's funny when people send me notes asking if I know it's -11 outside. Yes, I do. That's why I'm wearing three layers and have locked myself inside.
<-----Before I lost my mind
But this morning was the last straw. I woke up with a song stuck in my head. Now it happens to everybody, and it's usually annoying to walk around humming Take This Job and Shove It or Bubbly for hours on end. Although I kinda like when my brain locks on to Devil Went Down to Georgia because I have an excuse to say son of a bitch.
However, I'm now catching myself in odd moments singing that Sesame Street classic, Who Are the People in Your Neighborhood. I don't even know all the words because I don't have kids, so it's a tune from my brother's childhood in the record library of my mind. I'm not sure of half the notes.
I'm willing to pass the crazy crown and straight jacket on to someone else who can top that. Kudos if you can also get that stupid jingle out of my head in the process.