I woke up this morning and my room was only a dozen degrees above freezing.
I felt like an icicle, shivering in my sheets.
The power outlet shorted-out during the night and the space heater shut off.
Casualty of living in an old house. Now it's all fixed up again.
We still live most days like thrifty eskimos and go without heat in the day to avoid high gas bills. Layers. Blankets. Hot rice.
I've decided one of my least favorite feelings is waking up cold...
Speaking of icicles. I still contemplate re-creating the icicle band--music made entirely from the noises of ice clicking. and whale mating calls. and cell phone reverb. and it can only be played in the winter time. or in a giant walk-in freezer.