I'm back from Montreal, from Cyprus, from Portland, from San Francisco, from Argentina, from New York. Home again.
It is damn cold here. Especially in my apartment.
One roommate bailed while I was away. He is gone off to someplace better. Someplace worse? Who knows. Someplace else.
The other simply . . . neglected to turn our rent payments in.
In the meanwhile, all the heaters in our apartment have stopped working. But we don't really have grounds to complain, seeing as we haven't paid rent.
I'm cold. Still a little sick. And did I mention cold? It is so, so cold and wet in Seattle right now, and so very cold in our basement apartment. I mean, maybe Antarctica is colder than this, but I can't imagine it is by much.
Out of desperation, I have resorted to desperate but ingenuous means of heating my immediate space.
On the desk next to me sits my toaster. I push the button. It heats up for a bit. The timer goes off, UP! it pops, and I press the button again.
On the floor behind me sits the tea kettle, still full of scalding hot water. It set off my smoke detector a few minutes ago; Apparently smoke detectors do not like steam.
Smoke detectors without batteries, however, raise no alarms.
My smoke detector now is calm and quiet. Let us hope my apartment does not catch on fire tonight.
On the desk, also, is a cup of tea. I will imbibe it in an attempt to warm myself from the inside out.
Thinking warm thoughts. Coldbegone! Warm, warm, warm.