No More, I said to myself, no more blogs about being cold.
What, I said to myself, does a little cold matter. A bit of frostbite, maybe. A few fingers and toes missing, maybe.
But then what use are they anyway, I wondered. The fingers one can use to pick one's nose, or give someone else "the finger", or show off the engagement and/or wedding ring to all the suffering friends who do not have one and many other things and, all right, they are useful, but hey, Readers Digest is full of heart warming stories about people who learned to live without.
So why not me, I wondered.
I shan't mind reading about the courageous people who go through life being cold and loosing fingers and toes, so long as I just have to read about it.
Reality is different, and I do not like it one little bit.
But, as I said, this is the last time I complain. Next time I probably won't have enough fingers to type with anyway. ( I use two, maybe three when things are really jumping )
So, this is the last blog about me being cold.
Besides, it was a lovely warm day.
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