I feel like I’ve been cold since the beginning of time. I place the blame for this on my dog’s fury shoulders. Before the beginning of time I didn’t have to get up in the dark and brave the chilling world.
So, let me take you on a journey of the last six months of my numb life.
And it was cold.
On this day, my dog enjoy the woolly thickness of being a dog.
I enjoyed the chill of being a ice sculpture.
On this day, I contemplated my life and the way my existence since the beginning of time can be summed up in three words.
It. Was. Cold.
There is now nothing further to say.