Seasonal hermit.

Well, I’m still deaf.

The good news is that I have invested my life savings in a Liberian mining venture!

If this were true, my posts would be more enthralling. I have to use clickbait-y titles like “Moist Dreams” to entice readers so that they can learn that I sleep with a humidifier turned on. I’ve been waking up feeling dewy fresh, and chaste! I need to ask my landlords to show me how to use the cast iron gas stove to warm up the living room; then, I’ll be in Comfort Central. I’ve been doing most of my riding indoors this month anyway.

I’ve been doing the Alpe du Zwift every week, so I do still indulge in some suffering.
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Moist dreams.

Ever since switching on the heating in my place, I still found myself asking the question, “Is it just me, or is it freezing in here?”

Introducing Taylor:

Taylor is boring to look at, so I added Julian.

This gadget is a digital thermometer/hygrometer. So far, the answer has been, “It’s just you.”

I purchased it not for the daily reminder that I am reptilian but because I wondered whether I was having trouble falling asleep with how dry the air had gotten since switching on the heat. It doesn’t help that the baseboard heater in my bedroom is right behind my headboard. Imagine waking up repeatedly feeling like this:

I AM SO THIRSTY.
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