Ah, spring. You are so very far away. This weekend was one of the coldest we've had. I spent my Friday afternoon slipping and sliding home amidst sleet. Actually, there wasn't a lot of slipping or sliding, more like starting and stopping. I spent ten minutes just making my way through each red light downtown. Our city did a wonderful job of sanding the roads, but people panicked and left work all in one rush. As my boss so humorously put it, "It's like rats jumping off a ship." I waited until I thought the rush died down, but I was mistaken. It took me an hour and half to finally get home and breath a sigh of relief in my garage.
Once I made it home I didn't venture out, well, all weekend. I watched TV, took naps, held Mabel, and took more naps. What else can you do when it's below freezing? My thin blood was really unhappy; thank goodness for the space heater.
I know my little plants need light, but eventually the draft from the big front window was too much for them. I noticed a few of them looking very, um, wilty, so I drew the curtains in the daytime. I hate doing that.
Our bedroom has been FREEZING this winter. I cant understand why, but it is by far the chilliest room in the house. When I chose this paint color, it was hot and sweaty summertime. It was cool and refreshing. But now, with the cold wood floors and chilly air, it seems like a place Jack Frost would sleep. Thank goodness for a down comforter.
Mabel, on the other hand, isn't allowed under the covers at night. It's this whole ordeal; she roots under them like a pig, scratches my legs, and then comes flopping out around 3 in the morning, panting and hot. Have you ever sampled hot dog breath in your face during a REM cycle? It makes for a very testy situation. So, Mabel isn't allowed under the covers.
She's so pathetic when she's cold. And dramatic. She rolls her eyes, she shivers. We've discovered that wrapping her in a towel seems to appease her.