twenty-something

It's cold here in Boston today or, rather, freakin' freezing. And while most are complaining (Yelli is annoyed that everyone is asking her "Cold enough for ya?"), I'm downright thrilled.

Yes, it is cold enough for me -- because, I have to confess, I love cold and I love cliches. It's not winter until it's in the single digits or lower. The end of January is simply too late in the season for this. Spring won't feel earned when it finally arrives in a few months.

So I'm happy because the cold is what I'm used to and it reminds me of home -- but I'm really thrilled to be wearing my favorite one piece union suit for this first time this year.

There's something about the form-fitting second skin under my civilian clothing that makes me feel like a mormon lumberjack, and I like it. I feel warm, practical, sexy, and turned on, just by my underwear.

And in case you were wondering -- mine's red, too.