Frozen Fingers and Icy Breezes

Hi there my faithful followers
I may be writing this entry a little slower than the accustomed speed since my fingers are without a doubt nearly ten little icicles. As i sit at my desk trying to unfreeze my thoughts enough to convert them onto virtual paper, i am amazed to see receipts on my desk gently flapping in the breeze coming through my window, despite the fact that it is closer and locked and my blinds are barring the way. Hmmm... can someone say we need new windows???
hmmmmmmmmm.......