For the record, I have an unnaturally high tolerance for cold temperatures so when I catch myself wondering where the nearest blanket is it can mean one of two things. Either I am cultivating a fever or I am outside during January.
Now, Forrest implored me to write something in this space that was more relevant to the comic material than the usual first-paragraph fare. Other than my own personal preference for softness over insulatory value in the selection of a tertiary garment I really have nothing interesting to say on blankets. I find the Mexican variety my travelling friends always come home with aesthetically pleasing, but otherwise too rough to be comfortable. Danielle quilts on occasion, which is a mode of blanket production to be sure, but as I try to keep out of the way of her mastery I have very little insight into the process. I suddenly recall “Fluffy”, my personal safety blanket as a babe, though most of those memories are from after she was tied back together from disparate parts, the knot forming a distinct head which might challenge her definition of blanket. It occurs to me that Alexander never really had a safety blanket himself, upgrading almost immediately to stuffed animals and/or favorite toys. Perhaps I have failed him on a stereotypical level.
I suppose the point I am coming to is that if Forrest wants more comic-relevant post material we’re going to have produce more actually relevant comics. We’ll see how that goes.
Ja.