cold

I know, I know.
You are all going to think I am crazy, but these days I am cold.
I get up in the morning and put on sweat shirt and sweat pants pants before I venture out with the worthless mutts.
And still I am cold.
It might be an uncomfortable combination of old age and thin blood but
the result is the same.
Even the worthless mutts suffer.
The other morning I noticed that they all were absent and after a search of the house I found them on the top terrace, huddled in a strip of sun to get warm.
Have I been here too long? Has my blood thinned out? Am I crazy?
Whatever.....
Now the sun has set and the cold, like some Science-Fiction monster, is slithering in to my house. Time for the sweats.
And the cheap wine.