In the arms of winter’s debauchery

Perhaps today is the day I finally break my brain trying to think up something topical and interesting to blog about. Perhaps my brain will actually fry, or implode, or create a small but powerful black hole into which all the world’s matter will be sucked. I suppose I could just talk about crocodiles, and their factual or fictual tendancy to eat monkeys. I could even talk about gavials a bit, and try to reason out why our illustrious Archcroc V dislikes them so. Like a coward, I’m sure I could go on for at least two more paragraphs, in a mildly amusing fashion, about not knowing what to blog about. I’ve always enjoyed the irony in that, simple though it is, and if you go back through my archives you’ll notice that I’ve done it at least three or four times. Nothing like beating a joke to death until it’s just … not … funny … anymore.

In the end, and since I have to finish this up in the next five minutes or so, I think I’ll keep this factual and sentimental.

Yesterday I was sick and I called in to work. Then it snowed. So I got a snow-day, with hot cocoa. How fucking rocking is that! Right? Then I got to have coffee and lunch with my sister, who just moved back to Washington. Then I cleaned my apartment, watched a movie, and got my cuddle on.

I’m a snuggler, big-time. It’s ridiculous. This last week I’ve been very happy to have someone, who I think is pretty damned awesome, to snuggle with. And on a snow-day … well you just can’t get more ideal than that.

I wish you all the warmest and happiest moments of snuggle, as this cold weather heightens and persists. Our snow didn’t stick, ’tis sad, but we’ll surely get more as winter sheds its timidity and advances upon us with a libertine smile on its lips.