Despite of the increase in noise levels and decrease in patience levels, despite of the tasks and conversations, there is one undeniable truth about having more people in the house: it makes the place warmer.
Perhaps I mean physical warmth, which, of course, would be true since Mr. Goes during my tenth grade year had once converted for the class the equivalent number of 100 watt lightbulbs that must burn to match the metabolism of one average high school aged male. (The number was quite impressive, I remember, though I don't remember the exact number.)
Then again, perhaps I meant psychological warmth which can be equally obvious because the presence of people, even (and sometimes especially) complete strangers plays fantastic phenomenon with our subconscious.
Good morning and I slept all the way till 9am today. It makes me feel philosophical, though that's not usually how it works. Usually I just get groggier if I overslept my own quota.
And the day is dark, and cold, and dreary.
Blessings of the season to you. I shall go now and attempt to write things.
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