Change of the Season

AS the vibrant colors of Fall fade to the cold gray and brown of winter and the winds turn cold, I find myself sitting in my room, the heater turned to mid, a blanket across my legs, a computer on my lap, and a steaming mug of some hot beverage(tea or coco. Never much cared for coffee. Plus coffee has far too much caffeine for me). I'd have a purring cat too, but sadly our cuddly cat passed away not too long ago. Princess shall be missed, but we knew the day would come. She was old, and sick in the end, so her death hasn't hit me too hard. And we still have our other cat, she just isn't the type to stay inside and sit on one's lap. But enough about my cat! I was talking about the change of the season and how I responded. Allow me to continue from the beginning.

AS the vibrant colors of Fall fade to the cold gray and brown of winter and the winds turn cold, I find myself sitting in my room, the heater turned to mid, a blanket across my legs, a computer on my lap, and a steaming mug of some hot beverage(tea or coco. Never much cared for coffee. Plus coffee has far too much caffeine for me). My hands turn to ice as the air chills me from inside and I bemoan the state of the central heater and the lack of effect my little space heater seems to have on my room should the door remain open. The dog sits on my bed near every chance she gets to escape the frigid floors of my great old house. As I shamble forward from my room in the morn to begin my morning routine, my nearly bare feet come in contact with the harsh tile of the bathroom floor and a chill spreads through my body. I shiver and squeak until once again I am safe and warm upon my bed, my blanket back across my legs. Motivation comes in fits and starts, and my muse has curled up to hibernate, or so it seems. I am reduced to spouting off the most random of prose sounding drivel and hoping someone will listen, or at least that no-one will tell me to simply shut up. Honestly, if you came across a person who was rambling on like this on the street corner or in the hallway at work or at school, what would you do? See, its different on the internet. on the internet, silly, slightly crazy, people such as myself can rant and mutter and ramble and people can either read it or ignore it, and they don't judge said silly and slightly crazy people as just that. Silly slightly crazy people. To the web surfer, these rambling posts could say something profound, or provide a source of amusement, but rarely do they outright say 'shut up you silly person' to the writer. Granted, they might say something meaner and more foul should they decide to post such a comment, but I do not curse and so shall not write such obscenities on my blog. Okay, I've derailed twice since starting this post, I think it safe to say that my focus has been lost. Until my fitful inspiration for this blog strikes again!
Lil Bit.