its been so long i'd forgotten my password. and in the process of trying to recall it i have forgotten what i wanted to type.

oh yes.

i wanted to say

the sound of the kettle boiling water is sufficient to evoke a sense of warmth, the warmth that tingles tru the frozen limbs, the sensation a perfunctory reminder that they still are.

its 3.20am and the notes i am trying to finish are alright, but i really could use an electric blanket right now. forgive the incongruency if any. nothing is particularly apparent beyond the knees that are wretchedly cold.