Somewhere in Northern California

On one concrete floor, one California king mattress.

On one Calfornia king mattress, two sleeping bags, two wool blankets, four pillows, four wool socks, two pairs of capeline, two wool sweaters, two jackets, two wool hats, four mittens, one scarf, four cold feet under one dog and two cats, two cell phones, one bored husband, one contested iBook, no money to get the hell out of here.

The bigger cracks in the wall are stuffed with newspaper
--the worst chills are chased away by wassail.

It may not be Minnesota, but this is pretty fucking cold.