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Jan. 16th, 2005 08:39 pmThe weather changed, this weekend. Friday it was pretty warm out for January, but the temperature dropped like a rock Friday night and it's been cold since. It's warm in my house, though, currently 82. I don't have a whole lot of control over the temperature with a woodstove -- it damps down some, but not tons, and I'm not willing to have it out because it takes entirely too long to warm back up again. Because it is so warm in my house, I'm wearing old cutoff sweats, a very ratty peach tank top that's ten years old if it's a day, and a blue bandana to keep my hair out of my face. Now, since the woodpile is not INSIDE the house, I have to go occasionally outside into the arctic chill (an exciting flavor of Dentyne Ice!) and schlep some wood in for the fire. Usually I slip on some clogs and a flannel quilty shirt for this. Tonight, for reasons I cannot fathom, I omitted the flannel quilty shirt and just opted for the clogs.
It is snowing out, a still night, quite cold, with steady snow.
I am moved to report that it is *entirely* too entertaining to go from a very warm house to a very cold (but not windy) snowy out-of-doors while wearing a nearly nonexistant tank top. I could not help but think that if my life were a manga, it would no doubt have very amusing sound effects at times like this.
It is also amazing to have fairly sizeable expanses of bare skin, such as those displayed in a tank top, snowed upon. All ya'll should try it, under the cover of darkness, o'course, so's to avoid the well-meaning questions from neighbors.
It is snowing out, a still night, quite cold, with steady snow.
I am moved to report that it is *entirely* too entertaining to go from a very warm house to a very cold (but not windy) snowy out-of-doors while wearing a nearly nonexistant tank top. I could not help but think that if my life were a manga, it would no doubt have very amusing sound effects at times like this.
It is also amazing to have fairly sizeable expanses of bare skin, such as those displayed in a tank top, snowed upon. All ya'll should try it, under the cover of darkness, o'course, so's to avoid the well-meaning questions from neighbors.