Well, this is okay with me. It’s Monday and it’s 22 degrees outside and my eyes are heavy. I imagine it is because of slick roads after the snow we had yesterday.

However, I did have some excitement this morning, I was getting ready to sit down and look at the headlines, but first wanted to make myself a cure (diet cola + sugar cola and maybe an aspirin) when I remembered that I had put a couple of cans outside the door last night. You see, I’d had them out here and then forgot them and they got warm . . . and I thought taking a few seconds to sit them out on the window sill when I let the dog out would be smart.

It might have been had I realized the window sill did not provide the protection the vestibule does and that diet soda freezes more readily than sugared pop. I stuck my hand out this morning and grabbed them; oh, they felt so nice and cold and they were. I didn’t think. I opened the diet one first and it fizzed right out of the can all over me and my chair.

Yes, I didn’t need to rely on the way the can felt in my hand to know it was cold; I had a BIG experience with cold. And so did my pants.

I’m reaching for the aspirin now.