It's freezing cold in here and I've been shivering all day and now I'm...just fine.
I would...I could...try and express it. But I'd worry that it would be thought trite, and I'd know it was inadequate, and...just...*oh*.
Later : But I don't want to sleep....and then again...storm, outside. Me, inside. Safe. Safe. God.
A little later : How...how did you know?