Once again, I'm working at the kitchen table. Even though it is raining and cold, even though the house temperature dropped to the high-50s last night, I still am a hot sleeper and can't handle having stuff on my feet. When I rose at 4am to begin my work for the day, I couldn't lay hands on a pair of socks in the dark, so I grabbed a dish towel and wrapped my feet in it while I stood at the coffee pot.

Rather than traverse the cold linoleum to the table in bare feet (and rather than getting a pair of socks from the dryer, where there are probably 700) I opted to do a combination between a penguin walk and The Twist over to the table. I almost fell down once, but it was fun. I'd do it again.

Now, two hours later, I've still got both feet wrapped in a dish towel. My husband is wearing sensible slippers. HOW BORING.

(I have slippers - they got wet yesterday when I ran out to the mailbox and forgot they were on. Do not panic.)