Icicles

The thermometer, the sun and the dripping icicles say it's not that cold, but I'm feeling all icy. Brrr.


I'm struggling to come up with something else to write and I got nothing. Which is unusual for me. Maybe the Beloved's ongoing cold is taking over my braincells.

Oh!
I suppose I could say something about our his and hers neti pots.
Then again, when I browse back though this journal in a years time, do I really want to read about snot?

Maybe not.