I hope you had a pleasant and festive Thanksgiving. Mine was good, and it had a lovely and auspicious start. By tradition, I do a morning run and, guys, yesterday's was glorious. When I left, the temp was 28F, so yeah, a nip in the air, and there was also a dense fog. Add that up and you get one of my favorite meteorological phenomena: hoarfrost! For the denizens of warmer climes and hemispheres, that is when everything gets coated with a layer of frozen fog. Even yours truly, coated. After I'd been running for 15 minutes or so, my jacket and pants and hair and eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost. That makes me a hoarfrost-monger, I guess. Fun. If that weren't enough to make the run sublime, I spotted a small group of deer lingering at the edge of a wood. The females tend to run in packs and it's that time of year, if you know what I'm sayin', so they were all tarted up and I swear I could hear them being all bitchy to each other. FYI: A doe can be snarky when in heat. I know the feeling, sista. Your rack is packin' eight points, you say? Bring it, Blitzen.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
In the wee small hours of the morning
I found this post in the DRAFT pile and it's a lil' late, but I thought I'd throw it up anyway. Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope you had a pleasant and festive Thanksgiving. Mine was good, and it had a lovely and auspicious start. By tradition, I do a morning run and, guys, yesterday's was glorious. When I left, the temp was 28F, so yeah, a nip in the air, and there was also a dense fog. Add that up and you get one of my favorite meteorological phenomena: hoarfrost! For the denizens of warmer climes and hemispheres, that is when everything gets coated with a layer of frozen fog. Even yours truly, coated. After I'd been running for 15 minutes or so, my jacket and pants and hair and eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost. That makes me a hoarfrost-monger, I guess. Fun. If that weren't enough to make the run sublime, I spotted a small group of deer lingering at the edge of a wood. The females tend to run in packs and it's that time of year, if you know what I'm sayin', so they were all tarted up and I swear I could hear them being all bitchy to each other. FYI: A doe can be snarky when in heat. I know the feeling, sista. Your rack is packin' eight points, you say? Bring it, Blitzen.
I hope you had a pleasant and festive Thanksgiving. Mine was good, and it had a lovely and auspicious start. By tradition, I do a morning run and, guys, yesterday's was glorious. When I left, the temp was 28F, so yeah, a nip in the air, and there was also a dense fog. Add that up and you get one of my favorite meteorological phenomena: hoarfrost! For the denizens of warmer climes and hemispheres, that is when everything gets coated with a layer of frozen fog. Even yours truly, coated. After I'd been running for 15 minutes or so, my jacket and pants and hair and eyelashes were covered with hoarfrost. That makes me a hoarfrost-monger, I guess. Fun. If that weren't enough to make the run sublime, I spotted a small group of deer lingering at the edge of a wood. The females tend to run in packs and it's that time of year, if you know what I'm sayin', so they were all tarted up and I swear I could hear them being all bitchy to each other. FYI: A doe can be snarky when in heat. I know the feeling, sista. Your rack is packin' eight points, you say? Bring it, Blitzen.
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I love it when you sparkle, just like you've been dusted in glitter I'm thinking.
Frosty The Whoreman. Stuck in my head now, and can't get it out...
'Hoarfrost' is just ripe with possibilities but I'm taking the high road tonight. I mean, I could so readily suggest that 'hoarfrost' is the result of "whore sweat" but I'm just not going there. Yep.
I've already gone there.
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