I woke up yesterday morning to a sore throat. And a headache. And a general achy "blah" feeling.
As someone who has always seems to pick up the strep throat very easily (seriously, for a few years there I swear someone could just mention the word strep around me and I was going to end up with a sore throat!) , I tend to get nervous anytime my throat starts getting scratchy. I mean very nervous. I'm always convinced the big mean ol' strep germies are setting up camp.
Once I realized I wasn't running a fever, I felt a little safer. But still felt icky. Just... icky. Under the weather - as "they" say.
And that... that phrase right there... "under the weather"... was enough to set me off on a full day of wondering where a saying like that comes from.
I mean - aren't we always under the weather? Unless we're in an airplane flying above the clouds maybe. Or if there is snow on the ground - or mud puddles. Then maybe we could be over the weather. Or in the weather. Maybe?
A quick google search and a few clicks turned up explanations of nautical origins about sea sickness caused by weather and having to go below deck - which I suppose makes sense to me.
(and have I ever mentioned how much I love that I can just google all these random things that pop into my head on a regular basis? Well... I do! "Google it!" or "I'll google it!" are phrases I use pretty much daily!)
Oh... and just in case you are wondering... I still have a scratchy throat and feeling blah today. But I did manage to drag myself out to the gym for 3+ miles on the treadmill this morning in an attempt to sweat it out. (sweat it out? Hmmm... and now I'm off to google that!)