I have writing about a daughter who said, “I was just making sure the door wouldn’t be locked.” I have writing about a superhero who connects raw power lines with his bare hands. I have writing about people choosing behaviors with good intentions…but with near deadly effect. I have writing about love and care and fire. I have writing about writing.
But I still have cold fingers and cold pipes.
Our power went out at 6:00 Friday morning and came back on, thanks to valiant work below zero by a good friend, at 6:45 pm on Sunday. The house is taking time to warm. And so is my writing.
In the next couple days, I will thaw the pipes. And my fingers.
(UPDATE: 30 minutes after I published this, I got the water moving. My fingers are not.)
If you want to help me, by the way, I’d love to know which of my posts from the last year you remember.