Ice age idiot

Today I stayed in all day to just clean and pack. I mopped, wiped down all my surfaces, and halfway through I realised that I hadn't opened any windows, and my head was feeling a bit cloudy from all the product fumes. I decided to start airing the place out and packing before I either passed out or became forcefully addicted to the chemicals in spray and wipe.
 By lunch time I was so bored and cold that I decided to take a shower to warm myself up, and while sitting under the warm water, I somehow ended up contemplating the water distribution of earth during the ice age. This contemplation went on a lot longer than I would care to admit, and covered a whole lot of stupid topics such as; where did the extra water come from, (duh, there is always the same amount of water. right?) how much would have to evaporate each day to allow it to keep snowing, and maybe the lack of water in the air is why wind in snowy areas is so crisp and dry. I'm not sure what's wrong with me sometimes.
After the shower, I piled on a mismatched assortment of clothes to try and stay warm, including tights, zebra bed socks, slipper boots, a beanie and a sloppy shirt. It's probably lucky that I stayed in all day and didn't see another human, because I can't say I looked very appealing, although I was pretty cosy.
I then went over my list of what I will be taking home for easter, looked back in my bag, and decided that I was well over my weight limit of 20kg, because of some of the odder items I have to take, such as my mums birthday present (no spoilers,) and my recently purchased Avengers bouncy ball. After revaluating very item and repacking a couple of times, I remembered that I had scales and could just weigh my bag. I then discovered that the bag only weighed 5.5kgs, and that I probably should have picked it up before going to the effort of repacking.
As you have probably guessed by the numerous references to my packing, I am going home for easter (which is lucky, because if I had to spend most of the holidays cooped up in the house by myself, I am afraid that I would find just how much weirder I could get than the ice age debate,) and because I will be back home, I'm not sure how often I will be writing. More than that, I'm not sure that anything exciting enough to report will happen, but I guess we'll see.
Heading back to her much smaller pond,
                                                                 Xx, Little Duck
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