What's that Strange Feeling?
Oh, right. I'm in San Francisco, and it's Summer. It's cold.
We're tough San Franciscans. We don't turn on the heat in Summer until we're breaking ice out of the bird bath.
My hands, however, think that it is too cold to type. Or knit.
We're tough San Franciscans. We don't turn on the heat in Summer until we're breaking ice out of the bird bath.
My hands, however, think that it is too cold to type. Or knit.
4 Comments:
Some first century Christian you'd make.
OH, I'M CHILLY; I RECANT!!!
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Anonymous, at 7:41 PM
I don't think *cold* was their problem, Larry.
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Alice Teresa, at 1:07 AM
Well if you're so cold - it seems as though your knitting and tea should come in handy. I'd happily take a few hours of cold off your hands if I could.
I'm planning to move in Wednesday, so let me know if you need any moving assistance.
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Vanessa, at 9:32 PM
Um, there's a very good story from the 4th century about Christians in the Roman army exposed naked on the shores of a frozen lake. The Martyrs of Sebaste...,that's it.
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Caelius, at 12:59 PM
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