She Cooks on Nostr: i dreaded the return of the person who keeps it cold. i hate being cold. while they ...

i dreaded the return of the person who keeps it cold. i hate being cold. while they were gone we kept it just over sixty, just enough to avoid dread chills but I don't demand more. our worst problem was remembering to turn the heat down at night when we would all be under covers anyway.

now it's back to this slow, daily torture. it really hurts, my body is aching really bad, it feels like a punch to the gut. the frost is thawing in my center and the pain is easing. but why is this every day here? why is life like this? why am i so cold?