mercury
It feels colder than nine degrees. It feels painfully, brutally cold. I don't really want to go outside for a long time. I want to stay in with my space heater and my fuzzy pants and my thick new rug (okay, it's my parents' castoff, but it's new to me, and it is soft underfoot and looks effing great in here, and do you think it should be centered, or at an angle like the old one, or sort of off-center in acknowledgement of the room's sort of off-centeredness?).
Very few things are happening the way I'd expect them to happen. But I think that might be a blessing. A giant one, in fact.
Very few things are happening the way I'd expect them to happen. But I think that might be a blessing. A giant one, in fact.