Bulbous Eggplant. Near Explosions. Thera-FLiquor.

A cozy, quiet area, with a fireplace and big comfy chairs.  Yet another reason why my heart belongs to Colorado...even the libraries accomodate the inner yearnings of this mountain dweller.  There's the most adorable little old man in a chair that dwarfs his frail, bundled up physique, but he seems to be sleeping soundly in spite of his body's ongoing conversation with Parkinsons. He looks peaceful.  He makes me ponder what his life was before he found himself being warmed by the fire here at the Jefferson County Library.  I believe I will keep him company here for awhile, even if he is unaware.  It's day four here in my new hometown of Evergreen.  At some point in the night, my trusty little space heater decided she too was tired and shut down for the evening.  My sleep position of choice was that of me stuffed into my sleeping bag like the filling of a twinkie, revealing only my eyes so that I might watch the dvd's I rented.  The small, pink, 70's style living room chair held my frame easily enough as became apparent this morning when I awoke in ball formation at the very bottom of my comfy, purple REI bag. To an outsider observing the scene, I might have looked like an oddly shaped eggplant sporting a bulbous shape at the end.  Clearly my internal thermostat must have dialed my subconscious due to the space heater's revolt and demanded I form some kind of spherical shape in order to preserve vital organs from the bitter cold.  All the windows in the house are still open in an attempt to exorcise the demon smoke caused by the pellet stove debacle on Monday night.  The remnant smell of charred air still burns my throat a bit and I wonder how long it will linger. A tipped over, empty mason jar that provided me with the bitter cinnamon flavored Thera-Flu last night was conveniently located at my feet and was more than willing to offer the same service again this morning.  A near encounter with an exploding raspberry muffin in the microwave helped to sober me from my fuzzy state of sleepy.  I saved it just in time. After a mere fifteen minutes it stopped smoking and reached an edible temp to nicely accompany my medicianl elixer posing as cinnamon tea.  I'm a bit feverish, a bit cough-ish, and the mirror has seen me look better, but I'm happy none-the-less.  Even fighting off flu-like/pellet stove symptoms is better in Colorado.  Today I will explore, look for employment, and revel in the yellow and greens of the Aspens.  Maybe I'll see some more Moose today.  I think I'll stop at the liquor store on my way home...perhaps Thera-Fliquor will be just the potion to rid me of these body aches.