OK, so I had to laugh at myself today.
Who am I kidding?
I hate winter.
(Though my previous post might suggest otherwise.)
And I only appreciate snow from the inside of my slightly-frigid apartment.
(It really was beautiful yesterday.)
But today... oh today. We woke up to at least a 30 mph wind, blowing the beautiful snow around as if it were a dust storm. The windows were rattling, the doors were creaking, and I was FREEZING! And this was when I was wearing the Most Wonderful Invention in the World. (AKA Under Armour long underwear meant for sub-zero temps. Some people wear these on artic expeditions. I wear them on my expedition to work every winter morning. The fact that I only own one pair means washing and radiator-drying has become a carefully perfected art form so as to ensure I do not need to go without them on any day.) And the FREEZING was prior to me stepping out the door into the oh so lovely winter wonderland.
The temp barely reached 10 degrees F today. What?! It is an inhuman and inhospitable place, I tell you. And I grumbled and complained all day. So much for Love Like Snow and all that. How about plopping me on a tropical beach and I'll talk about love like sand.
I'm still freezing. (And still grumbling if you want to know the truth.) But I'm also laughing a little. It seems like lately when I write something on the blog, life throws a curve ball that tests me to see if I really mean it. I failed today. Lest you think I look at life with an "awww, isn't everything beautiful?!" eye all the time, know that I think hell might be frozen and I'm not nearly as cheery and polly-anna about this record-breaking snow as my last blog post might have made me sound.
Signing off now, since typing makes my fingers exponentially colder and exponentially more useless.