I have been trapped in this apartment by extreme cold for three days, which is bad enough, but then both dryers in the laundry room broke, and we ended up with ice cold, wet towels, and I had completely had it. I'd so had it that I pulled at my shirt and screamed at one of the cats to stop meowing GODDAMMIT holy shit where were the matches so I could burn this whole world down.
And then I took a deep breath or thirty, and I layered up to get ready for a walk to a local coffee shop where there would be other human beings and maybe something akin to heat.
I wore leggings, a tank top, a wool sweater, corduroy pants, homemade wool socks, leather boots lined with fur, a wool coat, a scarf, a toque, and the giant extra set of crazy that every Saskatchewanian is outfitted with so that we can leave our respective homes even under the most ridiculous conditions.
By the time I got to the coffee shop, my lips were numb and my nose and earlobes hurt from the first stages of frostbite, but I was out in public where there was probably heat and wifi, so I was happy.
Except that there was no heat and wifi. The coffee shop was freezing and their wifi was down. GODDAMMIT.
After days of never being warm and having crispy towels and waning productivity, I kind of lost my relative shit and called up the Palinode to tell him that I was not ever going to go back to our cold apartment and that we were going to go to a hotel to hunker down in someone else's expensive warmth, but then I realized that I wasn't one of those high-maintenance people who spent tons of money on a hotel six blocks from home because she felt pissy, so I marched over to the mall where the Palinode caught up with me, and we picked up a portable radiator.
Fuck winter in the ear with a wire brush. We're going to be warm.