Testing My Limits
I am cold. Two layers of socks and slippers and sweats. Sometimes even, for a time, gloves. Inside my house (!).
I turn on the space heater in the living room. (The only source of heat, other than the bedroom, but I’m not quite yet ready for bed.)
I turn on the TV (distraction).
I turn on the computer (productivity).
I turn on the toaster oven (food, warmth.) [The “real” oven is on its own breaker (but only half-operational), so... / why / but / can... I really, possibly justify heating an entire, giant oven for one tiny little pizza?!] (Or maybe I could justify it to heat one-third of my winter house…?) (Or maybe I could be thankful to have a house, and I am.)
I preheat the bathroom (before I pee or take a shower). [BTW, I need to take care not to directly touch the metal power switch to protect myself from an electrical shock.]
I wonder – always – when my circuits (“circuits”) will short out on the overload?
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Now you know everything. Well, almost, anyway.
I am purged. And open and willing and ready.
I am able (?) (Yes, I am, damn it!).
Able and willing and ready. For my New Year. For my New Me.
And I wish the same for you.
Happy New Year!