Oh cold where art thou

Hello cold. I had hoped to be rid of you by now but like an unwanted guest, who has stayed way past his welcome, you insist on hanging around. You have even upped the ante inviting your friend bronchitis along. I am not amused.

I'm off to New York in a few weeks. You better have left by then or I am having you evicted. Live in fear my friend. Go now or I promise it will get ugly.

Boor, Bore, or Boar

Boor is churlish or rude. Bore is to make a hole or dull/tiresome. Boar is a wild pig. So having sorted that all out. I can now comfortably declare myself a bore! Oh what a relief.

Laziness. What to do?

I think there's something wrong with me. I was never a social or exciting person but somewhere in the last 10 years I have become an old bore (or is that boor? Note to self: check usage). Case in point, I was at a birthday party yesterday (forced by my brother to attend). It was filled with bright shiny interesting people. It was all I could do to speak to a few. I spent most of my evening sulking in a dark corner and missing my cat.

So what to do, what to do? Do I make an effort and re-join the human race or wallow in my comfortable isolation?

Maybe I'll go squish the cat and see if she has an answer?