it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

strychnine is a grand tonic, kemp, to take to take the flabbiness out of a man!

When I woke up at 6:30, it was 23 degrees out, with the wind chill putting it at 11. My windows are streaked with condensation and the light beyond them is silvery and thin. 

Winter has arrived in Southern New England. It's beautiful out there. And I still haven't figured out what I did with my good gloves, though I found both pairs of backup gloves. Perhaps tomorrow's errands need to include a field trip to the Burlington Coat Factory and/or TJ Maxx, where they keep the gloves around here.

I've pulled the comforter off my bed and heaped it up on the couch for huddling under, but I begin to think that that was the wrong strategy: I think I need to make the bed and huddle there, instead. I'll get on that as soon as I've managed to pry myself off the sofa and make coffee and shower and dress... actually, no, I like the light in here better, in the winter. (My bedroom faces East; the living room/kitchen face South.)

Today's goals: get clean, drink hot beverages, work on Chill Sanction Chill until I finish a scene or the person who is interviewing me calls at 4 pm, go climb, come home, watch Criminal Minds.  Oh, the glamour! How shall I endure it?
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