kera

Springtime in New England...the sun barely makes an appearance and the weather reaches a scorching high of 40 F with winds knocking down trees older than both of us put together. Wet. For days. For days to come still. Days like this I'm glad I have a fireplace. Glad that I'm a currently unemployed student with no where to go and nothing to do. Weather like this kills, eventually, wears you down bit by bit until you give up and resign to living bone-cold.
Will we ever be warm?