soul

In the end, it’s winter. All this week there’s been a particular chill within the air that wasn’t there earlier than. Irrespective of what number of blankets I pile on high of my knees, it hangs there lurking, respiratory down my neck, extending its icy mitts down my fingers till they’re too frosty to hold on typing. I generally fear the chilly will penetrate my very soul, a harbinger of one thing extra sinister and oppressive. Oh wait. False alarm. It is simply the cat giving me the evils out the nook of my eye as a result of I’ve stolen their favorite woolen nap pillow. Nothing to fret about. Anyway! What are you taking part in this weekend? This is what we’re clicking on from beneath our duvets.