It is so cold that I am wearing long johns. Although I think that this makes it sound as though it’s really cold, people who’ve known me for long enough know that I will bust out the long johns at the drop of a hat – I heart long johns. They make me feel like I’m on a ski vacation. Also, my legs (and bum, let’s be honest) tend to freeze when it’s only a little chilly out. What I wouldn’t give for a head-to-toe fur coat like Minchie’s in the winter.
In an effort to make use of the gym membership that I am paying for but which has been
collecting dust on my dresser since I began my marathon training, I have been resisting the urge to curl up on my couch in my duvet and knit until Spring. That is, until last night. I got home from work and thought it would be nice to sit on my bed, listen to Moral Disorder on CD, and knit. It was my night off the gym. Then I thought it would be even nicer if I sandwiched myself in the duvet and got into a more prone position. Maybe I would just set the knitting to one side for a moment and rest my eyes. The next thing I knew, my roommate was home and I was still sandwiched in my duvet, but instead of knitting I was holding a Corona.
Many things happened once I finished that first Corona and had the energy to get out of bed. There was some Coronation Street, a little bit of a documentary on China’s Sexual Revolution, some Snatch and finally half of “Dude, where’s my car?” (I had never watched it before and now I know why). Interspersed throughout there was dinner, some knitting, a pair of mud masks and a gliding demo. Who said spending a Thursday night in couldn’t be fun?