Let the games begin.

the first bloody nose of the season means only one thing.

Well, two.

Number one, our family's supply of Kleenex will be rapidly lessening and I will be spending much time holding my nose over a sink.

Number two, winter is here.

Yes, it's one of my favorite things, the breaking of blood vessels and whatnot and having blood gushing out of my nose. It gets me out of class, sometimes out of school even (okay, that hasn't happened since 7th grade. They had to send me home because it wouldn't stop. The second week of school and I was already being sent home. Great, right? No. Shows how concerned our school was about liabilities and whatever.).

And I guess my doctor has always suspected it to be some polyp that's causing all of this, but why would I want to have surgery up my nose? Sure, bloody noses are no fun at all, but surgery is worse. I'm good with shoving cotton up my nasal cavity and holding ice on my face.

Winter is here. Technically, it's still autumn, but as long as I'm shivering, wearing a heavy coat, curling up with cocoa and putting on my fleece robe when I get up, it's winter to me.

My absolute favorite. Cold wind, slushy snow, slippery ice, tacky coats, lost gloves, not-warm-enough furnaces.... delightful.