Sleeping on Newspapers

It's windy and bitterly cold, the kind of demonic cold that breeds frigophobia and gives rise to bizarre approaches to protecting pipes from freezing. This snarling, biting cold launches dreams of long, hot days on humid beaches in the tropics.

This steep dip in temperatures causes these things in me. I wonder what it does to people who have no home in which to take refuge from the cold, who sleep on newspapers? I think I know. My complaints, in comparison, are Paris Hilton whines about the challenges of poverty in Beverly Hills.