Dear Mother,
Thank you for defending my right to be naked and cold.
I forgot that was my journey, and you have so thoughtfully reminded me of my journey that I am sitting here at my computer with harder nipples than I really want and an ass that is quite chilled.
I will sit here with hardened nipples and a quite cold ass until I decide I have had enough.
Then it will be a simple thing of prying my frozen ass off of my chair and finding my comfort spot to retire to, for the rest of the day.
Thank you, Thank you.
My mission in life is not over. I am still alive and cold.
I think it's time to either turn up the heat or go to Florida to seek refuge.