warmth

Heat's back on. Dryer's running. Dishes are clean. Hair is clean.

Blew a fuse today running the microwave with I-don't-know-what-else-that-made-the-fuse-blow. For a minute there I was wondering if I was never meant to expend energy. Oh, the drama.

I love heat. I love warmth. I love clean hair. I wish someone would go make use of that gas stove and cook me dinner. Belly.

Then she could be the dinner Belle.