1. When a certain heater in a certain apartment forget how to work, I freeze my fingers off. Good gracious this should not be allowed. I think I may resort to turning the bath on high and sitting in the steam. Truly. I don’t even have a giant cheetah blanket to keep my body warm. So perhaps I’ll just layerlayerlayer and cuddle under my covers with some of those heavy narcotics that I previously spoke of so warm and cuddly in my tummy. Yes.
2. Church at 8:10 AM is especially great on fast Sundays because I’m not even hungry until I get home at eleven at which point I can, as previously mentioned, cuddle up in my bed and take a nap. When I wake up it’s eaty time.