Even though the furnace was on, I still froze all night. Xochitl was under the covers with me, but she is so little and scrawny she didn't provide much heat. I seriously considered inviting Gretel up into bed with me, but she had gas.
(2) Tue Nov 30 2004 17:05 Bare, Ruined Choirs Where Late the Sweet Birds Sang:
It really frosted last night. I went out to get the newspaper, and every little viola flower had a rim. A rim of rime. The poor eggplant is a goner. It droops, all withered and pathetic and turning black. I guess it's time for the green waste bin.
- Comments:
Posted by John at Tue Nov 30 2004 20:42
Gretel's gas was probably a byproduct of the bacon and dutch sausage.
Posted by Frances at Wed Dec 01 2004 09:20
A by-product it certainly is.