Cold duh

What's worse than coming back home and wondering what to cook for dinner?
Coming back to a house colder than a morgue and wondering what to cook for dinner.

For the cats convenience I'd left the balcony door ajar and now my house is an even 16°C and everything feels repulsively glacial.
The tip of my nose has taken to staying boreal and moving about the house makes me feel like I'm trekking inside an icebox.

I might turn hydrophobic and make myself a little shrine under a pile of duvets only to come out when the season turns because right now it's still the pleasant part of coming winters, which will take a turn for the worse come next month.

I'm starting my caffeine purge from tomorrow and could this come at a more suboptimal time?
Well, in each life some rain must fall and the past few days my taste buds have stopped relishing coffee and perhaps this is my body telling me to stop with the caffeine and start with the exercises.

No seriously, two weeks of no workout as good as it feels makes me feel a bit out of it.
It's like the body understands and starts hinting by cramping muscles that usually wouldn't cramp under normal circumstances during days of continuous exercises.

Wait, what was this post about?
Yes, that it's cold, the house is plotting to cryogenically freeze me because it's still a few notches warmer outside than inside and right now I want nothing better than to live in a green house of warmth and sunshine.

Yes yes, complain when it was hot and crib now that it's cold.
But why not?
I mean I like the pleasant side of things as opposed to their extreme avatars.

Ah well..more soon.