Night one

 So, tonight.

It is very much like going to camp.

I am cold. Alone. And without my cat. I can rectify the cat part, but she’s old, 13ish and I want her to not have to get used to a new house.

I’ll do the getting used to. Thank you.

I really should have brought the heating pad. A mattress frame. A bunch of blankets. Pillows. Rug. Heavy curtains. A fan to get the heat off the ceiling. 

I’m glad I wrote this. I will treat it like camp. As at camp, you make new friends, discover things about yourself (like, I am cold. Help me I am freezing. Aaaah, it’s 46 degrees Fahrenheit and I’m going to diiiiiiieeeeee.)

We all hate camp to begin with, right. Then we start riding that crazy-assed Pokémon and next thing you know, you’ve made a candle. Or a headscarf that says, “Fredom”, “Laf”, “comma Kazi”, because it’s 5th grade camp in 1970=80 and you have yet to be enlightened or spell worth a carp. See?

Tomorrow I’m going to spend some quality time with daughter. Get her some rain pants and maybe I’ll get some too. Then go to see if there’s a wood futon frame, blankets, and a tame baby dragon.

Would a dragon still be considered a baby at 40 or 50 years old? That is a thought for later.

I suddenly miss Dave Berry.

Here’s a randomized picture.

Not so random picture of me as done by an AI. based on an image I uploaded.

Update: 0124 Friday.

It IS COLD. I peed (in the bathroom) and I saw steam in the stream.