In the vast range of human experiences, I ponder out loud, and I ask of my fellow GFY-kin folk...
Of the horrible human conditions that can befell us, in general, I propose that one of the WORST feelings is having wet socks. What's seriously worse than cold, wet socks. You can, of course, get used to it if your entire body is struggling to trek home through snow, or if you fell into a lake fully-clothed, wet socks could be the least of your worries. But if you're just waking up, going to the kitchen and see the dawn's sun peeking over the horizon in the kitchen window, if you, at that moment in your warm thermal socks, then discover your sink has leaked, that feeling of icy cold toes wrapped in a cloth net of low temperature discomfort stabs like little mean daggers between your toes; all this before your first morning java... fuuuuuuuck!
If you have nice, dry, warm toes right meow... be thankful.
Ommmm. Namaste.
