— Pietro Aretino
So it’s been cold as of late where I live. Very very cold. Bitterly cold. So cold only Puppy (who is half husky) can be outside for very long. I can feel the inside of my nose freeze as I briskly walk the 20 feet from my parking spot into the office building when I go to work. I’m fortunate enough to get to work early enough to always get a fairly close parking spot.
It makes me become a hermit though. I don’t want to go outside any more than necessary. The wind hurts. The air dries my skin a crazy amount. I’ve had an itchy dry patch on my hand for almost a month.
Winter is a time of endings. At least it is for me. I went from baby rabies in the summer to wanting nothing more than to drink a couple margaritas. At least that’s where I am today. I’m following every lesbian foster-adopt blog I can find and Latte brought up the possibility that it might be easiest if I were to just carry.
Why she wanted to adopt was in part she felt it’d be selfish if she had a biokid (because of the mental health history in her family tree) and in part because she wants to help a kid who needs help. She doesn’t see me carrying as selfish the same way (not sure how that works).
Anyway, it’s winter and cold. But it’ll be warmer tomorrow. Things can wait until spring.