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Dec. 17th, 2006 09:53 pmOK, It helps to bear in mind that stuff could always be worse: I spent last week's wind storm safely ensconced in a reinforced-concrete apartment building on high ground, and suffered no power outages. No trees fell on me. I didn't have to land at SeaTac while the wind was whipping around the airport at 70 miles an hour. At no point was I in danger of, say, drowning. So let's keep this in perspective.
Hell, I had it worse a dozen or more years ago, when I lived in an unheated walk-in closet in New England, and woke up to find a thin layer of ice floating on top of the waterglass I'd left on the windowsill.
But, dude, neither my apartment nor my body are succeeding in holding in the heat when it's literally freezing outside. That invitation to visit my half-sister's half-sister in Miami is sounding better and better ...
Hell, I had it worse a dozen or more years ago, when I lived in an unheated walk-in closet in New England, and woke up to find a thin layer of ice floating on top of the waterglass I'd left on the windowsill.
But, dude, neither my apartment nor my body are succeeding in holding in the heat when it's literally freezing outside. That invitation to visit my half-sister's half-sister in Miami is sounding better and better ...
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Date: 2006-12-19 11:40 pm (UTC)Our local litany goes something like this:
I'm not dead!
And I'm not currently on fire!
Or being bitten on the face by a poisonous snake!
Although being on fire may sound not so bad right about now.