AI: Sometimes, I’m not as smart as I think I am.
It’s cold here in Southern California this week. Yes, I know it’s not cold cold compared to the rest of the Northern Hemisphere, but still cold enough to remind me my house doesn’t have heat. And yes, I know that also sounds ridiculous, but as a matter of practicality, when it’s thirty eight degrees at night, having no heat in the house is a bit overwhelming. It kills my productivity because I just huddle under the blankets. [Also? Yes, I know I can get a space heater. What’s important here is that I don’t have one at the moment.]
Today is laundry and chores day at my house, and with the cold slowing me down, I struck upon a genius idea: every time I went into the garage to swap out laundry, I’d put my fleece pullover in the dryer to warm it up. Ten minutes in, then back on my body. What could possibly be wrong with that?
Motivating me to do moar laundry! GENIUS! Getting me up and down the stairs to the garage a bunch of times! CARDIO GENIUS! Very hot metal of the zipper touching the skin on my throat and burning me. DADGUMMIT!
Since I fancy myself a critical thinker, I should’ve thought things through a bit more, as I know my dryer is flux-capacitor-powered and sometimes overdoes things. I know this. Heck, there’s not even much thinking to it with as many times as I’ve taken clothes out of that dryer that feel like burning. But there was warmingness to be had. Man, was I pleased with myself before the burning started.
Now all I have to show for it is a mark that looks like Japan, or maybe New Jersey. (that’s me in the featured image, of course. Look! My Japersey mark is also kinda shaped like my pendant!) [Edited to add: Pendant is by the awesome Raven at MadeWithMolecules! I love her stuff so hard!]
Please share similar tales of woe (or maybe woah, as in “woah, that wasn’t smart”) so that I might feel less alone in my clumsy, chilly ways.