The Girlie is sick. Headache, fever. 😦 Send happy get well thoughts to her, plz.
I have alot of friends in the regions of the country – hell, the continent – where it is cold, wintry, miserable. Friends and family in Chicago, in Vancouver, Seattle, Connecticut, New York. I hear them complaining of the cold and the weather all the time. And while I can intellectualize why they might feel that way, I don’t actually get it. I have never lived (for any length of time) in a place where it truly gets cold for the winter. Where it gets cold earlier in the year, too.
Here in Austin, TX it begins to get chilly* starting around November. Not that it does really ever gets cold until February.
I am not saying that it never gets miserable here. It does. But, I sometimes wish that I could live in a place where the winter was winter. Where it almost becomes a test of will to go out just to get basic things like walking the dog or the grocery shopping done.
Of course, I will never really be able to live in a place like that. I am not a cold person. Cold bites into my hands, my hips with jagged teeth. But, its nice to dream about making snowmen. Or drinking coffee and watching big, fat flakes of snow spiral out of the gray sky.
* – by chilly, I mean it gets under 60.