Tonight, the only blankets will be the ones covering me. I'm picturing myself curling up under them even now. But first there will have to be some soup consumed, and before that there will have to be a computer put to sleep, and before that there will have to be a cat's litter box emptied, and before that the (snail) mailbox must be checked. I totally forgot to look in it not only today but yesterday, and there might be stuff piling up— though this late in the month probably not. Not unless someone decided to send me a surprise, which hasn't happened in, oh, years and years. It's possible that everybody I used to know is dead, and I just haven't been informed of of the fact.
But that would be depressing, so I'm just going to pretend that they plain don't give a rat's ass. Which is probably not actually pretending, come to think of it. If any of them gave a rat's ass it would have been delivered by now. So I might find something in the mail box tonight, but if I do it will probably be advertising of some sort, and not a rat's ass.
I hope it snows next week. That might go a little way toward making up for my rat's asslessness.