I can’t function in the cold. All of my faculties — if you can call them that, but I think it’s more like my joie de vivre — go into remission. I don’t even like to speak. I’ve foregone the pretense of wearing cosmetics. My complexion: pasty. I’m sitting at my desk right now wearing a winter parka zipped to the neck, fingerless gloves, farmer boots and a black ski mask. I’d post a picture but there’s a good chance the FBI would show up at my door.
Right now, I can hear Jake outside my window laughing gayly….he’s actually frolicking with the dogs like it was the Fourth of July or something. I’d look but it’s too painful.
I thought Virginia wasn’t supposed to be cold. New York is cold. Montana is cold. North Dakota is cold. But Virginia is supposed to be SOUTHERN i.e. brisk in December, not frostbite weather. Yet it’s been in the low 30s for the past week (weeks? months? I’ve lost count). Nighttime temperatures hover in the single digits.
I bide my time until April.
Tags: cold
Oh, I’m with you on that – I hate the cold. It makes me cranky and I just feel sorry for myself. And I live in California! Even the thought of single digit temps makes me shiver.
You and I could have our very own winter wear fashion show. I know how to layer just about everything I own.
Get ready, it sounds like we’re in for round 2 of cold winter weather over the next few days.