So this morning I went on a small trek to the Walgreens, about a mile walk to and fro. In that time I lost all sensation in my nose, my eyeballs literally froze and parts of my face ceased to function. The father called during my walk, from Puerto Rico, and asked how the weather was here in Chicago. Despite the urge to tell him to go **** a coconut I told him it was fine, he spent enough time out here to know what it’s like. It’s the hawk and it’s REAL. I’ve been getting up at five thirty or so every morning to squeeze a few hours’ drawing in and it’s so drafty in this house of ours I may as well sleep with a window open.
Toes: cold. Nose: cold. Fingers: cold. Hair: short.
Huh?
Hang in there, campers. Only three or four months of this misery left!
If anyone else living in LA tells me how “unseasonably cold” it is out there, I’m kicking them in the nuts. If they don’t have nuts I’ll make disparaging comments concerning the suffragette movement.Ooh!