Ahhhh-choo!

Here we are, winding up the first week of the new year - I'm just getting over a bout of flu-like symptoms. I was sick enough to miss 3 days of work, and was sent home twice to 'get better'. The weather is not helping, it's anywhere from wind chills of 25 below to 68 degrees F. No one is sure of how to dress for the day. Everyone is coming down with something, and I guess I am no exception.
I suffer from chills, and seem to stay tired. My joints ache. Oh, well - what else does one expect when the temperatures yo-yo about like they do?
I haven't even been on the internet much, due to the lack of energy. I just have no 'ooomph'.
Mary surprized me with several new skeins of yarn last night. All of them in pastel colours. Five in all, each a different colour, not being a crocheter, she doesn't realize that most projects, like a sweater, takes at least 2 skeins - but that doesn't matter. All that really matters, is I was thought of. I think I will incorporate them into a house-jacket of sorts. One to help me ward off the chill, but not be as burdensome as a robe. I can see it in my head, done in alternating stripes and popcorn stitching, with deep pockets. Sortof a cardigan - that should keep me busy for quite a while. I can add any left over to the granny squares I am making for a future afghan.
I've been allowing myself to dream a bit, here and there. With hour cuts looming on the horizon, I know I need to get either another part time job, or better would be a full time one. However without a car, that is seemingly impossible. As soon as they learn you are at the mercy of the bus system they act like you've confessed to being a junkie and don't hire you. The solution of course is to get another car. Much esier said then done. I can't afford any monthly payments. So I am hoping for a decent tax return. I think I can buy a decent used car for 2 or 3 thousand.
So in my head the scenario goes something like, good used car and a dream job. Of course somewhere in there I meet Mr. Wonderful and live the rest of my days happily ever after. Heck it's my imagination so why not shoot for the works? Besides it keeps me from becoming too depressed.