A whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on

blue ice

Teeth-chattering, goose-pimply, words dropping like ice cubes from trembling lips, cold. Not cold, nervous energy, enough to air condition a third-world, desert country. Normally a well-maintained professional, whenever he's around, I turn into a quivering jellyfish. I can't speak without stammering or walk without stumbling over a piece of lint on the carpet. I must … Continue reading A whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on