wood stove as scuba gear

had a scattered day at work, paying bills, filing sales taxes, trying to finish a couple non-poster jobs, trying to get my frozen car started. the guys from the garage at the end of the block came down to help me push the car into the shop, where they declared the engine flooded. i opted for a full tune-up with new plugs, wires, air filter, and the works. the car was quite peppy when i picked it up later in the day.

some time after 5, i left work and stopped by the apple store to return the 'mobile me' package i had bought, which did not actually help me sync up my email between machines as i had been told it would.

i headed home, in the mood to paint the stairs, a project i started last weekend. this is how i know i'm getting old: a good friday night involves laying on oak stairs, painting the risers and the stringer a nice barn red.

di is at the table working on painting text for the spine of a new book, seth is asleep in front of the wood stove with ocho nearby. akiko is probably asleep in di's sweater drawer.

i grew up in chicagoland. i've been here my whole life, almost. this weather is not amazing to me - it is currently two degrees below zero, though right now it feels much colder. today, though, the temp is weighing on me heavily, and being inside the house feels more like being inside a tiny submarine. this wood stove has become my scuba gear, and some part of me is really feeling drowned by the cold.

fuck, i forgot to watch battlestar galactica.