I need to defrost. A long winter has left me frozen to the bone. Between my shoulder blades. I feel colder than I ever thought possible. Not my feet, not my hands. Between my shoulder blades. I am nothing without layers round my shoulders. Ridiculous state of affairs.
Yes, so here I am lamenting, at your assorted shoulders, with my duvet wrapped around me. How much more pathetic is it possible to be? Answer that question at your peril.
God damn it. Is this what life boils down to? Simmer at a chill?