Didn't fit into my high winter boots two days ago. Dresses and pants I understand, but footwear?
Getting up from the couch is an exercise in weightlifting.
Was planning to go for a walk today but got really exhausted while putting the boots on; got outside and realized that it was way too slippery; also, the air's much cleaner around the ninth floor, not down there in the street; ended up going to the store and back; on the way there, I was still trying to catch my breath after the struggle with the boots.
My pants keep sliding down my belly, but that's nothing compared to my fear of shoelaces getting untied in the middle of the street.
One of my greatest irrational fears is of my waters breaking while I'm on the subway during rush hour.
Friday, October 28, 2005