It snowed and rained and freezing rained yesterday. The sidewalks were crunchy and slushy at the same time. There was a point, earlier this month, where this gradual turn from fall to winter was exciting to me. Winter! An excuse to hibernate! Lovely! Crisp! Invigorating! Winter!

I guess I forgot how cold it actually gets.

Nuts to this season. I HATE IT.

Cold weather makes getting out of bed an even more miserable experience than it already is. I don’t know about you, but beds and sleeping are amazing and there is nothing sadder to me than time away from both. When I was young and still in school, I used to wistfully imagine a school where there were beds instead of desks. I honestly thought that would be the most amazing thing ever. Seriously. You know that Simpsons episode where Homer is all cuddled up in his bed while it’s freezing cold outside, looking super content and thinking, I’m just a warm and toasty cinnamon bun? Well, that is my autobiography, basically.

And now I don’t even know what the focal point of this blog entry is. Cold weather and getting out of bed, I guess.

I HATE BOTH.

AND ESPECIALLY I HATE THEM TOGETHER.

And now you know.




Happy Thanksgiving to those celebrating!