I've enjoyed the snow (and the resulting time away from the office!) a great deal. But the locals are restless, and there are lots of folks driving too quickly on narrow roads - I'm taking my life in my hands every time Diablo and I circle the block. It's a fact, and it makes for a grumpy start to the day.
And it's cold, a fact of which I do not approve. My shoulders are stuck by my ears, my skin is crawling from the dry air and the too-warm, too-frequent showers I use to warm up, and I may never feel my toes again. The only time I have on fewer than three layers is when I'm the aforementioned shower. I'm amazed at how my physical self cannot get comfortable...and I'm in reasonably good health, with a decent workout regimen to keep myself strong and flexible. I can't imagine how grumpy I would be if I were dealing with pain or a chronic health issue. Well, actually I could...and it would look like a smaller version of the apocalypse.
(And, as a related observation, it's hard keeping to any kind of healthy diet when I'm dressing like the Michelin Man. Where's the motivation to stop eating that loaf of bread slathered in Plugra? Ain't none.)
Bitch, whine, bitch, whine... I know, I know. I've been very lucky - weathered both storms without losing power; had bosses who allowed for time away for the office: I have warm clothes and a warm house and food and water and hooch and candy bars (hey, I'm just cataloguing necessities!). I have no reason to bitch.
And yet, there I go.
So, to redeem myself? I offer you this.
Wake me when it's springtime.
- Lotion and lip balm.
- Vanilla rooibos tea.
- Cuddly pets.
- Daydreaming about warm weather.