Told you this was coming...

Good GOD, it was freaking cold in my apartment last night! We had our first significant storm of the season yesterday, and my oh-so-quaint windows that don't all shut properly couldn't keep all of the blustery winds out. And my oh-so-quaint radiator just doesn't cover the whole living room, because it's a pretty large room. Not that I'm complaining about that, mind you, but it's hard to heat. But it's a good excuse for the million candles I have around the room.

It was actually cold enough this morning for me to break out the Ill-Gotten Coat for the first time. Yay! Luckily, nothing bad happened to me while I was wearing it. Well, my bus was late, but that's becoming a regular occurrence these days. Grrrr. At least I was warm (and stylish, natch) while waiting.

I still have no voice. People keep asking me why I'm at work, since I sound like an old, sickly man who's smoked several packs a day for decades. Well, for one thing, I actually don't FEEL all that terrible. But more importantly, I have no more sick days left to use this year, and I'm not giving up any of my remaining vacation time unless I'm at death's doorstep. So I'm here, under a vow of silence. Aside from the blogging, of course..