Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Throw the Yule Log On
There is something to the notion of a long winter's nap. It's been so cold and damp lately, it seems impossible to get warm. If I had a fireplace, I'd throw the Yule log on, and anything else laying around that might provide heat, including (but not limited to) errant elves and Reindeer poop. This is a strange feeling for me (the being cold part, not the elf incineration part), because I tend to be the one who is always hot and looking for a window to open. Lately, though, I'm just the opposite. I'm chilled and I can't get warm, so I walk around in pajamas that are layered with sweatshirts and finish off the look with enormous fuzzy socks. It's times like this that I wish my cats were a little more social and snuggly of their own accord, because they don't like it very much when I rubber-band them to my body, and I get tired of dousing myself in tuna and catnip just to entice a warm, purring fuzzbucket to take a long winter's nap next to my shivering self.