I don’t remember the precise details of my dream last night, but I do recall that the focus was on my dry heal skin. My friends, I do believe I’ve reached a new low in mundane dreaming.

In other foot news, I went for a long - two hours or so - walk today and now have a nasty, painful blister on the ball of my foot as a result. I’m trying to get back into shape by going for a long walk every morning and then doing a workout tape while Munchkin naps in the afternoon, but this may be quite a setback. It hurts.

And finally, I’ll end this with some news of little Munchkin feet, which are much cuter than my own. Muchkin has grown quite adept at putting her own boots on. She likes to put them - or one of them, anyway - on and stomp about on our wood floors for the love of the noise. She’s currently doing so with her left boot on her right foot. The air resounds with clomp, clomp, clomp intermixed with screeches and giggles.

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So the academy award nominees are out, and I have seen exactly none of them. Oh wait.. There’s Shrek II, so that makes one after all. Still, was it just a bad year for movies, or am I extraordinarily out of it?

I don’t even recognize most of the titles. The ones I do recognize, I don’t remember having any desire to see.

Yeah, I’m nattering about the weather again. It’s not a thrilling subject, I’ll admit, but it seems to be rather central to my life lately.

A few weeks ago I discovered that my driver’s license was missing from my wallet. I’ve been putting off getting a new one because I am still holding out hope that it will turn up, though that seems less and less likely with each passing day. I’ve never been pulled over, but I’m sure that if I were to drive anywhere now I would be because Murphy’s law gets me every time. Thus I’m stuck at home unless M is here to drive or I walk.

Would someone remind me to check the darn thermometer before I step out for one of these walks?

It was supposed to be warm this week, or so I thought. It actually rained the other day. Freezing rain, certainly, but still rain. And tomorrow it is supposed to shoot up nearly to zero, and the next two days are supposed to be above freezing meaning more rain. Today though it is currently sixteen below (that’s -2 F). Make that twenty-eight below with wind-chill.

I assumed good weather and didn’t check before I left. My attire - similar to what I wore yesterday and was fine in - proved inadequate. The chill hit me like something solid when I stepped out. Still, I persevered. At least, I persevered until I gave up halfway to the store and turned tail for the warmth of home.

My cheeks burn. My thighs feel like the skin on the front has frozen solid. Sexy, no?

I did a better job dressing Munchkin than I did myself, for those concerned. She fell asleep again - loves sleeping in the new stroller - and still naps there in the entryway. She’s probably quite overheated as bundled up as she is, poor girl, but I can’t pull off any more layers without waking her, and the poor girl looks so sweet sleeping that I can’t bear to.

I went for a walk today with the skin on my cheeks and nose and the front of my thighs freezing. As for the last, I either need a longer coat or to wear longjohns because jeans just don’t cut it as far as keeping legs warm goes. It’s strange how I feel the cold so much more on my thighs than on my lower legs.

If I pull my scarf up over my nose, then my face doesn’t feel like the skin is going to crack right off, but the scarf pushes my breath up under my glasses and they fog up. It’s a choice between warmth or sight. I haven’t bothered with contacts since early in pregnancy when my eyes were too dry all the time making them uncomfortable, and I can’t help but feel that my glasses provide a modicum of protection against the elements. I can’t imagine being out in the cold with my eyes naked without them.

Munchkin girl remained warm and cozy in her sweater covered by snowsuit covered by the sleeping bag that zips on to her stroller covered by the weather shield that blocks out any trace of breeze. She fell asleep while I froze. I fell in love with her stroller all over again because I wouldn’t have dared take her out in this weather in her old stroller. It just wouldn’t have done.

I just spent the last twenty minutes searching the web for information on out stroller so I could share just how awesome it is, but alas, even the magic of Google failed. I shall have to take picture one of these days. Perhaps I’ll take my camera out with us tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be warm. Tomorrow the mercury will rise above 0 C after hanging out in the vicinity of thirty below for over a week. Tomorrow will be perfect weather for going for a walk. I’d intended to wait for tomorrow, but after an entire week of quick dashes between house and car and car and store accounting for all of my time outside, I felt that one more day cooped up in here really might be the end of me. Or, if not the end of me, the end of my sanity at least. And so I froze today. And I enjoyed it.

You know that it’s really cold when you step outside and ten seconds later the inside of your nose is all cripsy and crackly because your snot has frozen.

It’s that cold out now.

Last year at this time though you knew how cold it was because you could take a glass of warm water outside and throw the contents up into the air and the resulting droplets would freeze before they hit the ground. I don’t think we’re going down that far this year at least.

Edited to note: okay, so it’s even colder where inkdot is, but it’s still pretty darn cold here as well!

I swear these things are contagious.

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What a lovely day it hasn’t been so far. I spent my first hour of awareness this morning deleting nasty comments about innapropriate and illegal acts involving animals from my weblog. Mixed in with these were comments about debt solutions and video poker and such. Someone hit me bad last night.

Several hours later, I’m a bit more relaxed about it. The most annoying bit now is that I can’t remember how to ban IPs in wordpress (I know I’ve done it before) so I’m still open to these sickos. As if anyone actually reads the wordpress version these days. Ever since I installed the plugin to synch my livejournal account to this blog, I mostly only get comments on livejournal. But my blog is pretty and my livejournal (perseph) is not, so I’m leaving it.

Yummy. I should cook squash every day.

A pumpkin-scented world (though it was acorn squash and butternut squash that I cooked, not pumpkin) is a good one. I should heat cinnamon-water on the stove now and let the scents mingle. That would be olfactory perfection.

My life is one of simple pleasures. Today at least.

There will be tomato-squash soup tonight. There will be squash bread in the near future. This is all of the good.

I’m going out for a walk.