For lack of a better term, January kind of blows. Well, ok, maybe it doesn't completely always blow.....especially at the end of the month when it is my birthday ;). If you are reading this and you are not familiar with Eastern Washington winters, I'll let you in on the truth about this wee haven; it gets so dry and cold, there are moments you fear your eyes might freeze shut and the skin on your face feels like it will crack right open if you so much as twitch your nose or move your lips to talk. Even western Washington winters can be warmer, albiet their winters do last for about 10 months and ours are only two....so I guess I should put a button on my pie hole about it. It is just that I forgot my gloves today and my little hands felt so arthritic (tho I don't have arthritis), parched and....old. I had a daydream about lathering them in shea butter and sticking them in some heated mittens while sitting in front of tube watching a John Wayne marathon. When I had the daydream in the morning, I was sitting there sipping a delicate cup of green tea with a wedge of vegan chocolate cake. As the day progressed, my beverage of choice became a glass of wine the size of my head and...I don't think there was any food......
I'll be sure to turn the heat on early in my studio tomorrow so I can grip my pliers without any freezing of my precious digits.
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