the E-vil

Ok, the evil is coming down again, and, worse, some wil be ICE as the day goes on, so the power may go out, and our furnace DIED last night so we're freezing in here and no one can get out to fix it and we're wearing coats and hats and gloves INSIDE . . . the relentlessness of it all. I'm sure it's worse in Haiti and Oklahoma and Somalia and all that, but, hell, we're COLD in our own house, so NO FUN, NO FUN, and if I sound demented, I am, because that's what COLD does to me, just not in my chromosomes, and, oh yeah, I have in my shoes the little heating packets hunters were when they're out in the woods killing animals in the winter -- they work great. Reminds me of when I'd come in as a little kid, having fallen in the street, and I'd whine, "Mom, my arm hurts," and she'd say, "You should be thankful you have an arm that hurts. Look at little Dickie down the street -- he doesn't have any arms." Ah, the logic still perplexes me. But, thanks, Mom.