I must admit that I’m not the cold weather person who races off to the slopes at the first sign of snow. When I do plan trips to ski resorts, it’s mainly so that I can curl up by the fire with a hot drink, and stare out of a window. Snow and mountains are beautiful to me, but I have no real desire to “tackle” them — at all!
But, what I don’t think I realized is that since I returned to TN from D.C., I have come to believe that when it’s cold outside, I should not have to be outside for ANYTHING! The only thing I want to do is curl up underneath a blanket, and have hot tea piped into me.
How do I do that?
I layer up like I’m heading to Alaska — which I think, lately, has been warmer than TN! — every time I leave the house.
On the bright side, I am making my way through quite a few books. Nothing wrong with that 🙂
What are you doing when it’s twelve degrees outside?