My coffee isn't warming me up as much as I thought it would. I am even wearing heavy socks under my down slipper booties. The floor is so very cold. AND my brief trip to the bathroom was a horror. It was like going to an outhouse. I kept thinking I have to put my bare butt on that cold toilet seat. My fingers are so frozen now I can't knit or type so I will come back to this later.
I should be making dinner but I am too cold for that. Too cold to even heat last nights left overs. That is because I am too cold to put my hands in the fridge and take the slow cooker pot out and put it on the heat element. I guess I will have to nuke it later when the apartment warms ups. Maybe I can hold my book and read with the little electric heater I have right in front of me. Maybe I will have to read it in my bed under the covers on the heated cover on my sheet with the heated gel pack next to me. I know as soon as I get under the covers Solara will jump off the bed.
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