That is ALL

She sure is a blowin' out there tonight. And I'm not talking about number twelve. Or is it thirteen? Go Tiger! Anyways, it's windy as all hell and I'm glad as all shit to have some thick plaster walls, functioning heat and a secure roof to sleep under this 'eve. Dangit! Today would have been an awesome day to surf or fly a kite or sail a boat down the boulevard at twenty knots (37 kph) starboard, port, and then starboard bound again - because without any flowing water, the only current to toss my ship is the reckless swaying of the thrashing wind. I could go outside and catch a cold, frostbite or some stray street trash in the eye or on the cheek - but I'm inside...remember?!?!?! I'll go out when I have to. Like, when I have to walk to school. Or go to the store for margarine. Or put out the trash/recycling box. Or check the mail for unwanted bills and/or junk/joke/trash mail. (PS - the only mail I like to receive is that which is sent from Kingsville) There is no use to go outside into the dying death of Dr. Cold when you pay for a place to live in that is warm. And furnished. I am not homeless. I do not plan on competing in any ultra-psycho-death-before-quitting-no-chance-in-survival marathons - and therefore do not need to train for such an event. No one has to place me outside, tightly bundled and toasty so as to help my blood circulate better. I've never iced fished and don't want to start today. The river down the street from me is not frozen over, but I'm not so sure pedestrian entry is allowed anyhow. With all the freighters, deadly currents, crappy fish and such. That is all.