The Bloody Doors Off

That nightmare’s still got me shook up. I have honestly no idea what triggered it. Worse, towards the end it became lucid dreaming, and I still couldn’t change the outcome. You ever see Vanilla Sky? That’s how it felt. (Oddly, I really enjoyed that movie even though it got panned by the critics.)

My feet are freezing tonight. Thick socks over thin socks, and fuzzy slippers. Yet still cold. I’m sitting in front of the living room gas furnace. If I go 10 feet away from it, my hands cramp from the cold. Had to put on the space heater as well. Izzy was on my chest, so I had to contort and stretch out my big toe to click it on. She wasn’t impressed.

I swear I’m more susceptible to the cold this year. Yes, it’s been a colder-than-normal January but jeebus. I’m wearing 2 sets of socks, 2 sets of gloves when I go out, and it’s not enough. It feels like I’m falling apart physically as well.