Whelp, its 0832, raining, dark, and 54° so guess where I am?
Go ahead, I’ll wait….
Yep! Shamelessly still in bed, wrapped in a sweater and with my over-sized sweatpants on. I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. Even my fingers as I type this are freezing.
Why get up? I’m not going anywhere in this mess. So I should get dressed to sit around in the living room and huddle into myself until I’m so stressed out and rigid I can’t move?
It’s not an exaggeration. I’m really that cold. I’ve had my breakfast and coffee, I’ve been awake since 4am cause my husband has been awake that long. I’ve done my Bible reading and study, read all my emails, practiced my Portuguese, and read every interesting piece on Substack.
Nothing else to do but write, read, watch tv, or create something, which I can do all from right here, warm and toasty (sort of) in my bed.
If I were the brave type, which I’m not, I’d bundle up and take the umbrella and what? Go for a walk? Dave just took both dogs out to potty, no coat or umbrella and I froze for him.
I just told him I may not get out of bed all day and he replied “Why should you?” so I feel justified.
When and if the sun comes out later, I might change my mind. The high will be 66° supposedly, but windy, so it will feel cooler.
No. I’m not ready for winter and it seems fall either!
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