I know. I know. I shouldn't complain about the cold in Florida, because the folks up north are in the DEEP FREEZE. They are dealing with snow and ice and sub-zero temps. My mother tells me the snow in her front yard looks like a wedding cake: a layer of snow, a layer of ice, more snow, more ice.
How dare I complain about being cold?
Well, for one thing, I don't own a coat. I have a couple of sweatshirts and a light jacket. I don't have gloves or a hat. The furnace in our house is just not up to the job of keeping the place warm in a cold snap like the one we're having. In the house, I can wrap up in multiple layers of clothing.
At work, it's a different story. I've worn all my turtle neck shirts already this week. Now what? Tonight it's supposed to be the coldest it's been. I have nothing warm left to wear to work tomorrow!
I hate winter. It is dark when I leave for work. Dark when I come home. And it is cold. Maybe not as cold as it was in the Midwest, but uncomfortably cold for the life I live. I still hate it.
So, what have I been doing about it? Snuggling up in a blanket and writing up a storm.
Blogging has sort of take a back seat lately. Maybe I'll get back with it when I warm up a little.
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