bracing

I want to conjure an imagine for you, of how when I got home tonight I resembled an Austen-style heroine. No empire line dress, but in the style of a Dashwood or a Bennett girl I was ill prepared the for snowy/slushy storm that I was caught in, when running an unexpected errand for Alex. Throw in low blood sugar, and you get a damp, faint, very grumpy girl.

I’ve now had a hot shower and plate of pasta, and I can feel my equilibrium returning. Plus, Alex is promising to make me a hot beverage upon his return. This is a big thing, as he does not in general cater.