Cold nose

Hello, there. I have noticed a theme in my thinking: cold. Usually, I am just aware of the temperature in number form and the fear it can strike in the hearts of some. Today, though, I am sitting on my warm porch, listening to the chatter from some of the PBC&R folks, and I am very much conscious of my nose being cold. I mean I can feel it cold on my nose, and when I feel it with my fingers, I definitely know it is colder than my cheeks, forehead, lips and so forth. My ears are warmer than my nose.

So why is today “nose day”? Well, I’ll be darned if I know; it’s 5 degrees and that’s sort of warm considering all our negative numbers and wind chills. And, for heavens sake, the nose is staying cold. Okay, I am stopping the typing and putting both my hands on my nose . . . now trying cuping my hands around my nose and mouth and exhaling my warm breath . . . now burying my nose in the fake sheepskin lining of my absolute favorite Pacific Beach hooded sweatshirt jacket.

It’s still cold; it must be psychosomatic. Analysis or a heating pad on it?  Let me think: Was I ever scared by an pice of ice shaped like my nose? I don’t care – I’m going for pallative care – snuggling my face in warm doggie fur.

3 thoughts on “Cold nose”

  1. I hate when my nose gets cold. It’s just the tip of my nose that gets to feeling like a block of ice. Seems that my whole body responds to that one little bit of flesh getting nipped. Just seems unfair that such a small part of my body could control so much.

    It’s cooling off here today. Probably won’t get much higher than 60. I know, I’m really suffering.

    For some reason I think it’s a cold day for other reasons ….. but that would be getting political…..

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