What the hell?

3 Degrees

I was only outside today a wee bit in the a.m., when the snow was fluffy.

I poo-poo'd E when she said it was bitter cold. I, with my super walking comforter would not encounter more than a chill on my gloveless hands.

WRONG>

Walking only 3 streets down, and an avenue and a half over, was horrible.
Guh. There were tourists fresh out of show in front of me at 47th, who were wearing light fall gap jackets. No Hat. No Scarf. Nothing. Except, perhaps a few cocktails. It's dangerous out there. It's cold enough that I'm wearing my flannel footed Betty Boop pj's my mama bought me for my birthday. I never wear a lot of clothing at home, as the roomies crank the heat up to 70, 75 degrees.

(Yes, and we wonder how the gas and electric bill can be so high.)

New form of torture:
Moving the salt grinder to my food area.

I will gripe about that irritant at some other point. Right now I'm so tired I have to get some sleep. I was online at a wee hour sending mail for work (6am), and then I left for the office at 8.30am. I left work at 10pm. I'm not used to working marathon hours.

Night.

posted by irene @ 1/16/2004 12:04:00 AM