How could one help but to project that this Tri-color Heron felt 'glum' on this rainy, soggy day? Now that I'm sitting back in Ohio in my desert-humidity winter home, I'm thinking that bird was feeling 'smug'.
As I hurriedly undressed last night, I took off the daytime black wool long underwear to don my white silk long underwear. Shivering, I reached up to hang the daytime garment on the peg and paused - and squinted and ducked my head to peer over the top of my glasses at some strange phenomenon involving the day's apparel. Hmmm. How can I spare you too detailed a visual? Hmmm. Let's just say the garment now looked inhabited. Seems the outer layer of my being has decided to migrate. I'll leave you with that. So now it's time to find the emollients and spend chilly shuddering moments slacking the thirst of my epidermis when I'd just rather crawl under the covers and imagine the banquet I'm laying before the resident dust mites. Well- someone may as well be enjoying this.