Day: December 31, 2017

The gull of my dreams…

  Well, now… It’s been bloody cold around here of late… Highs in the teens would count as a heat wave… It’s been the kind of cold where the merest zephyr of a breeze feels like someone has run you through with their seventeenth best, rusty ol’ serrated steak knife (which they found hanging around in the kitchen junk drawer), and then proceeded to take said knife on a slow little walkabout of your innards… The kind of cold where you warm the car up, and then turn on the heater… and even though air technically hot enough to sterilize surgical instruments is coming out of the vents, you’re still wrapped up in 1,000,006 different layers of thermal… somethings or the other… The kind of cold where you want to cuss like the dickens, every time life requires you to move about in such nasty, brutal stuff, but you’re afraid that your great, great, great, great… great grandchildren will be permanently traumatized by the use of such creatively scandalous language… “Wow, don’t you blow that …