It’s not technically Winter yet, but considering the average moderately chilly weather conditions of the East Bay Area, it’s fucking cold.
Which means this pie chart accurately describes my evenings from roughly 9:00PM-9:15PM.
Goddamn tile floors. And why does my towel suddenly seem the size of a washcloth?
Silver lining: Blow drying my hair has become less of a chore and more of a bodily necessity.