It's really cold today. The wind is gusting to 60 mph tonight (that's about 100kpm for metric devotees). It's snowing. The plow trucks are going by. I've heard tree branches cracking. And yesterday I walked around happily without a jacket. What's that all about?
Even BrilliantEditor was freezing his behind off when he came back from getting the mail. This is a man who, I am convinced, would walk down to the mailbox in his bathrobe and slippers in January and come back to say that it was "brisk".
Of course I have an active imagination for these kinds of things.
What does that mean, anyway? These kinds of things. The kind of things that involve walking to the mailbox in a bathrobe? Should I embellish it with the detail that this particular time he had a coffee mug?
I'm a goofball.
But where the hell did all this winter come from?
Posted by dotty at November 13, 2003 10:58 PM