I’ve had my run-ins with the cold before. There was a pretty big transition when going from moving aircraft, complete with artificial you-name-it, to above-mountain thin-air climate. Sore throats became the norm for a long time. I’d have to say sore throats would be my greatest fear. Can’t stand them, and they make it impossible to sing in the shower.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for you to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience writing letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say you had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and...