I'm beginning to think I should start a blog called "Fukushima Won't Kill You (But I'm Thinking About It)."

I'd subscribe.

Also it sounds like it should be a Fall Out Boy song title. Which is not a bad thing to me.

My grandma had big hands if not fingers. Now I know where I got them. They don't look big but, man, rings rarely fit. Except the one of hers that I have. Because, hey. Fingers.

I'm beginning to think I should start a blog called "Fukushima Won't Kill You (But I'm Thinking About It)."

I'd subscribe.

Yep, so would I.

Also it sounds like it should be a Fall Out Boy song title. Which is not a bad thing to me.

Ha! This is very true.

Kind Hearts and Coronets

I love that movie!

I'd love a blog like that, Ginger!

So, after that posting, I was on the phone and looked at the thermometer, and it had dropped 2 degrees since I last looked. Trend did not point to warming, as it might freeze tonight, is windy, and wasn't below 40 yet.

So I broke and turned on the heat. Radiators burbling, set to a mere 65, but they're still burbling. As soon as they actually started radiating, Pumpkin emerged from her down burrito and relocated to the best cat-warming one ( closest one to the boiler, thus hottest, enclosed and a towel to cuddle on.)

Didn't make it to November, but it isn't going to break 60 until next week, with multiple freeze warnings. My house maintains temps well, but not for that long against those odds.

The drawback to narrow hands and long, skinny fingers is that they're always cold. This time of year touchscreens don't always recognize my fingers as living.

I have square hands--sturdy palms, short fingers. They have done things well, though.

We keep the thermostat at 64. And have throws over every chair and sofa. When you're up doing stuff it's fine. When you sit to read or watch tv, snuggle under a throw. It works.

That's what I do. I wear snuggly sweaters and flannel PJ bottoms, and I have a throw on each couch. And drink a lot of warm drinks.

When it gets REALLY cold in the winter, I put a space heater under my desk in the office, and put the flannel sheets on the bed.

We have no insulation and no central heating. The house is cold as fuck from November to February. I survive with a space heater in my room, lots of throws around the house, and warm socks.

warm socks

Indeed. I'm very grateful I live in the time of warm relatively inexpensive merino wool socks. So much more comfortable than the rag wool socks I would sometimes get when I was younger, and so much warmer than the cotton sweat socks of old, as well...

Burrell, I'm thinking about it (Nano). I would need to figure out something to write, which is kind of an issue.

I'm thinking about Nano too. I have an idea and characters that have been percolating in my head. I just don't want to put too much pressure on myself, since I'm slowwwwllyy working on getting out of the depresso utter lack of energy and motivation.