17 Minutes to Spare

There is a thick layer of frost on the back window of the car parked in front of me. I’m wearing a skort. Outside, when I got gas, my legs were freezing.

But they won’t be. I guarantee you.

If I go in now, I’ll have time to do my hand exercises before I start. But I kind of like hanging out in my car, with my tunes on, and my blog open.

But I should go. I feel like I’m going to get teased today for my bare legs. What can I do? I’m a space heater.