I'm running around like a lumberjack today: flannel shirt, baggy jeans, giant axe...because I'm desperate to be cozy. You don't get to be really cozy that often in Tucson, but it's finally cloudy and "cold" today, with a high of "sixty". You know, the quotation marks are probably not strictly necessary here, since it really is actually sixty and to Tucsonans, "sixty" is the equivalent of "snow flurries and a chance of sleet". A (god forbid) high in the fifties is "you don't know where the snow chains are?! Did you at least buy extra water?! Oh my God, we're all going to die!".
I know you think I'm kidding, but I assure you - I'm only kidding a little.
Anyway, since we're practically in the midst of a winter storm, Lila and I have a roaring fire going in the kerosene heater in the back room which we've recently bedecked with my folding Coca-Cola table that my friends stole for me from Mexico (don't judge me! Judge my friends! Mexico should've been paying more attention!), some nice candles, and a cup of coffee (see below). We're listening to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros right along with the rest of the civilized universe, apparently, and we're trying to buckle down and write something for a nice change of pace. It's so far a very peaceful kind of afternoon.
|The extended family.|
|Kind of a yellow palette, but tasty. Green stuff is overrated. |
Yeah, you heard me, brussels sprouts.