Pinings of a Poikilotherm

poikilotherm: noun : an organism that cannot regulate its body temperature except by behavioral means such as basking or burrowing.

I think the reason this cold seems to affect me more than Art is that his whole body stays warm despite the dropping temperatures. Why is it that when we went walking to the grocery store this week, when I took off my gloves and felt his hands (which were sans gloves the entire time), mine were FROZEN and his were still WARM?! This (pardon my french) pisses me off! No wonder you think your jacket is just better than mine. You probably don't even need a jacket! I could wear 40 layers and still my blood would be dangerously close to freezing where you...YOU...could play for the 'skins' and be all nice and cozy and actually emitting heat. No wonder you eat a whole bag of butter bread croissants for a SNACK before dinner and still stay slim.

Back to the topic at hand. Yes, at first you think this is pretty. A white, snowy wonderland.

{Photo taken yesterday by Art}

But, you know what I see now when I look at it?

Mud, mucus, bleeding knuckles, gray skies, gray moods and more pain in taking Boris out. (Also, I notice that

we have a Leaning Tree of Pisa here.)

I'd like to be on a lounge chair directly in the sun (no umbrella) with a nice pedicure right here. And I'd bring my Uggs and North Face just so I could launch them into the bright, blue sea and watch them drown.

{Photo not by Art yesterday}

You know this isn't that far away. It's Dubrovnik, Croatia. I think we should book a trip for May NOW.