I love heat. I mean, I really love heat. This was the thought that crossed my mind as a sheaf of paper came out of the printer, with that awesome, amazing hotness radiating after printing a lot of pages at one go. When I do this - and I mean like 25+ pages, I literally hug the bundle of papers. Literally.
Today while doing so, I had flashbacks nostalgic almost of the future: Summer. I realize lately my posts have been sighful accounts about the impending Spring. With everything else in life being the usual if not just not great, I guess that awaiting for the warmth that will make it all worth it somehow unveils a patience that translates to everything else.
On the down side, I am going to cry in frustration when the public transit starts turning on their unbearable air conditioning. Grrrrr. Oh, I know I've written about this before; that just goes to show you how some things just don't change for the better. Sigh.
