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[puddlesofun]

Jumpers. Steaming hot bowls of something or other. Bathing because it feels beautiful, rather than as a twice a day necessity for helping scrape the slime off my skin. Single-malt living up to its name as the water of life. Fear for the day the first cold comes, taking away any confidence I had in social situations in a sticky mess of mucus that lasts for weeks after the illness has been banished. Hope for the day the first cold comes, hiding me in the house, all wrapped up against the outside, doing whatever I want, no responsibility to anyone other than myself. Hiding in general. Solitude. Shoes worn inside (we don't have much in the way of heating at ours). It's coming. St Patrick's day brought Irish weather.

Maybe I should get a coat.

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[furpants-tom.livejournal.com]

Aye, tis a roight nippy winter in auld Summer Heill.

T'be sure, t'be sure.

[roseapparatus.livejournal.com]

And ugg boots, they are your winter friends, they'll love you mucus or no.