casually flipping through the pages of the blog world today, i came acrost a post about how warm it was in california yesterday.
first, i felt jealous, then i reminded myself that i like winter now, and that summer will come soon enough.
but, for-pete's-sake-to-borrow-the-colloquialism, it's cold.
-21, -29 with the windchill. i saw our mailman yesterday, and he had a beard half made of beard hair, and half made of icicles.
i sat on my hands so that i wouldn't compulsively reach up and break off his icebeard.
barclay clears snow for a living in winter, so he's been busy. yes, even with his gibbled finger, he worked an 11 hour day yesterday. me, me with the able hands, i went over to becky's house and listened to bjork and ate fresh cookies and drank peppermint tea with milk in it and gabbed and jawed about life and music and theology and pretty much unloaded my whole brain into her lap and left it there.
because sometimes i just need to do that.
and that is why this post is so brainless.