Oo! Cold morning. Cold hands. Cold feet. Brrr! My toes are freezing. Brrr! Chilled. I’m sure they are red. Blue. Icy, grey. Like a corpse, cadaver, not long dead.
What to do? Waste the day like I usually do? I could write something. Yes, I could, would, should, will.
What is there to eat? Muesli, coffee, socks. Emails, news, stocks. What time is it? What day is it? My, my, how quickly every day is beginning to seem like the last. Lunch invite, I think I might. Get out of the house, out and about. Enjoy the sun. Shrug. If there was one.
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