Wherein Don gets hot chocolate solely to warm his hands
Friday, December 11, 2009
It’s not cold in this room. I know this for two reasons.
First, I have photographic proof:
And second, I don’t feel cold. But my hands do not know this.
My hands! They feel frozen and have for most of the day, dammit!
So, having achieved fluid equilibrium a few hours ago, that state where I must expel fluids at roughly the same rate I am consuming them, I went down the hallway a bit ago for a refresh of my beverage. And I thought: Ah ha! Hot chocolate!
Which I am now not drinking but am hugging closely to my person, in a so far vain attempt (because I have taken my hands off the warm cup so I can type this post) to warm my poor frozen hands.
Also, earlier (and unrelated), I sneezed five times in a row. Best. Sneezes. EVER.
So how’s your Friday?