In the morning, the power is back on, but my throat is killing me. And I thought I could avoid getting sick this year. Now I’m gonna have a cold all week, and a stuffy nose that will probably last until the end of winter. But I have to get up and do things. Winter is great, if you get to stay inside with a cup of tea, pile of blankets, and the heater cranked, staring out the window. But life doesn’t stop for cold weather.
I get up, and start putting on layers. Leggings under my pants. Three shirts. Two pairs of socks. Coat, hat, scarf, boots, and gloves. Aaaaand all the time I had is gone, just from getting dressed. And I still have to warm up the car. But at least it’s still there.
But there’s snow on the ground. Do I drive, or should I walk in? Ugh, I’m being a total baby, of course I’ll drive, it’s not that much snow. But I’ll be equally late either way, it’ll take just as long to defrost as it will to walk… I wish it wasn’t so dark…
That’s a typical winter morning. And none of that stuff, none of it, ever happens in summer.
I want to wake up after a peaceful, quiet night, feeling heathy and breathing easily. I get up and take two seconds to throw on a shirt and pants. Or a sundress. And I still have time to enjoy breakfast before heading out to my car, which is ready to go. And oh look! Sunlight!
Excuse all the ranting. Just had to get it out. Now I'm going to stare longingly at my sundresses until June. At least January is over.