I am cold. So very cold. I don’t understand why I am shivering now, but I am. Yes it is grey and rainy. Yes the temperature outside is an abysmal 8 degrees, far below the 20 we usually see at this time. However, about 10 minutes ago I was warm, and now I am cold.
I guess I could go put on a sweater, or a pair of socks. I could snuggle up on the sofa with a blanket, a toddler, and a movie. I could go back to bed and sleep until summer, but since this is technically summer, I wouldn’t get any sleep… or sleep for a year. I could go do some baking. Baking always heats up the house, but it always packs the pounds. I could make some tea, of the herbal persuasion. Oh how I wish I liked tea. Tea looks really cute in it’s cup and quite sophisticated. Something I am not.
Do you know what else I am not?
I think I’ll go put on that sweater and a pair of socks. I will accept the reality that the summer that never was, is over. I will putter. Movement always gets one warmer. Then if that doesn’t work, then I will snuggle on the couch, cause its that kind of day.