As I sit here at my desk, coffee snuggled between my two hands, I slowly wait for the feeling to creep back into my fingers. Remembering back to no more than an hour ago where they would each work independently while I styled my hair. Remembering back to yesterday where they were doing their magic helping to unpack boxes and food in the kitchen. I miss those days.
You see, the problem with me is that I’m an idiot. I look at the forecast which is all fine and dandy, but my eyes must have glazed over when I saw the wind speed. It was 20 degrees outside, but the wind was coming straight south (a.k.a. /from/ the north) at a speed of roughly half that of sound. So in between trying to keep myself balanced on my scooter on my way into work, I was also trying to warm up my hands by blowing into them, except depending on the hand I was warming up, this would mean I would slow down, and that would mean that cars behind me would honk.
Someone want to join me on a trip to the sun?