Spent my morning like this until my younger brother came over and used cookie making as an excuse to get me warmed up. It wasn’t for the cookies because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stay long enough for them to finish cooking. Now I’m warm and I have cookies!
This Morning
Fingers hardly moving, too stiff with frost it seems.
Renders me unable to do more than get ready for the day
Only to spend several hours huddled beneath blankets.
Zipping through the day, everyone else is fine; they’re not cold!
Eventually I get up and move about the kitchen with the oven on.
Now that I’ve made cookies to eat with tea, I’m warm as can be.
Breathing In 