A warm body don't mean I'm alive

For the last few days, the bundled kids have stood on the corner in the mornings. Their bus will arrive soon. They hope. They will be warm again.

For the last few days, I have left for work without a coat and scraped the ice off my windshield. A couple of more weeks and my internal temperature might actually drop. I might even enjoy holding the furnace we call Lily. She and I are a volcanic mixture.