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i wake up shivering and pull on a cap and gloves, it’s dropped below 50 for the first time in a while and I’m freezing.  I curl up in a ball and the wheels start spinning I’ve got to get out of this place.

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when you have a warm dry place to seek shelter living in the 40’s isn’t the end of the world but when your living in a crumpled pile of sweat in the the damp cold of the pacific north west it’s cuts like a knife.  Im cold when it’s warm out, when other people think it’s cold I’m on the edge of hypothermia.

My fingers are cold and burning as I peck at my keyboard, the cold has zapped my battery and it keeps blinking at me another sign that I need to get the hell out of here.  I look down at my pink socks pertruding from my new kicks and wiggle my toes, they are warm and snuggly, I smile at simple pleasures.

Key West is sounding pretty delightful right about now, I wonder if I can’t find a little winter refuge there, maybe a new warm life. I take a bite of my banana and sip my coffee.

From the log of Sookie COLD…Tiny little humans run screaming down the dock, back and forth.  They are being chased by imaginary  monsters, thier tiny sea boots go clompity clomp as pink little faces scream and giggle whike they escape the imaginary beast that chases them.  My beast isn’t imaginary and it’s bearing down on me like a freight train, I call it winter…

 


 

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