Tag Archives: Cold
Beluga on dry toast saves me a fortune…
The fingerless gloves, so redolent of Dickensian misery, would be just the job today. They would be even more the job if they weren’t fingerless as it’s the tips of my fingers that turn to bloodless corpse white when the … Continue reading
Hump day…and no wonder
° This morning, as I opened the back door to let our guests go outside for a shit, I was confused. We were recently gifted a thermometer that not only displays the temperature outside and inside the house, but also … Continue reading
Putting my fingers in my ears and going “la,la,la…..”
My mind is warming up at the same slow rate as the bathroom, less concerned with writing than with steeling itself for the discomfort from frozen hands that will surely come with the imminent and essential cutting of fire wood. … Continue reading