So as the thermometer dips even lower this week… I run off to work like the scared grashopper that I am… and arrive in time to freeze my little body in the cold air barely buffered by the store's set of double doors. When I've a ton of frozen food in my hands it does not help that I'm getting a blast of some of the coldest air of the year in my face.
I've been shaking since 12:45 this afternoon when I stepped outside to walk to work… and am still too cold to accomplish anything overly significant this evening. And I'm getting rather behind at the moment anyhow.
And why is it that my pens always run out of ink at the most inopportune times?