The Little Post That Wasn't

It's a week later and I've snuck downstairs to write. Husband and child lay nestled in bed. I'm on the couch with a blanket over my head ala bat cave. The heat is on high but through an unfortunate series of events, when we took up the wall to wall carpet we somehow released a draft. I feel a breeze as I type and my fingers are cramping. The only consolation is that my body has to expend more energy trying to properly heat me. I'm burning calories just sitting here.

Cold comfort if you will.
I have a story to tell, but it's long and meanders. It's quite likely self serving, and possibly of no interest. But tell it I will and tomorrow I'll reread it. To see if it holds up in the cold light of day. Pun intended.

Cup of coffee in hand, wondering whether I can shrink wrap the windows on own and marginally upset with my poor, unsuspecting, and as of this writing, sleeping husband for not understanding that his wife and child are cold all day, cold in our electrically heated but alas, surprisingly NOT well insulated tiny home. Which by rights should be cozy. Cold in a way he doesn't understand because he doesn't spend hours sitting on the floor in a house that rests, heat on, at 64 degrees. With a breeze.

And where - fucking WHERE - is that god damn BREEZE coming from?

Cold fucking cold because he has a wife that panics about finances, abhors waste and is married a man better with his brain then his hands. So to speak. So she wont leave all the thermostats set to HELLFIRE on all day

Is the curtain MOVING?? The curtain is, my friend, moving.

Had I the will or energy, I'd go upstairs and get the fancy (read: stupid and wasteful) radio soother travel thermometer with 390 timezones Brookstone device of said husband and find out the actual temperature of where I currently sit.

Instead suffice to say that THIS is outside:


and inside feels only marginally warmer.
If I can boldly use the word warm in this context.

The other upside, other then my burning calories, is that once I looked on Accuweather and saw the sunrise and sunset times, I remembered that I like the music from Fiddler on the Roof. So I went to Limewire and downloaded Sunrise,Sunset.

And THOSE people...now THEY were cold.
So what am I bitching about really.

Ah Pollyanna, so good to have you back.