sooo. damn. coold.

[moontoad]

Since I was sick over xmas (yay 102.3 fever!) I'm sitting around just not able to be comfortably warm. No fever, I'm eating normally, my intestines are returning to normal. I want to go for a walk with the dog. But the idea of going out into the cold (nevermind that I will quickly warm up, since to keep the dog at anything other than a stroll I have to jog, while he moves at a fast walk) is enough to keep me here, slightly cold. At least it is finally light out. I woke up at 7, thinking that it had to be 5. crouchback hadn't come in to kiss me goodbye yet (regular morning ritual, he wakes me if I'm still sleeping to do that), so I thought he still was here. Nope, just pitch black and 7 am. Which means he must have woken me up without me being completely awake (not so unusual). I have errands to run, need to walk the dog, need to take the dog to the park so he can run his brains out, clean the office, clean the bedroom.

But here I sit.

Slightly cold.

I sit.