This is what -20 to -30 windchills outside do to us. We go nowhere, except to work. The rest of the time involves a sleeping bag on the couch. Maybe a book.
This weather is so fierce, it makes sense to focus on silly things:
Things that are mildly disappointing:
1. Store-bought guacamole
2. Thrift store jeans that rarely fit
3. Vegan cream cheese
4. Season 4+ storylines of Grey’s Anatomy
5. Trying to sit up straight
6. Drive-thru lattes
7. Frost to scrape off car windows before work
8. Middle-aged weight gain
9. Eating ice cream in the winter
10. Static cling hair
11. Finding the Nutella jar empty
12. Cold butter shredding the toast
None of these precipitate a meltdown, or even an itsy tantrum.
Tiny Dog’s list of annoyances are:
1. Those who will not give her treats 24 hours/day
2. Me getting up from nest of dogs in the sleeping bag
3. Dog clothing
That’s about it.
Her greater concerns are:
1. Cold weather
2. Me leaving her home when I need to go places, sans dog
3. Itchy skin
Today, though, today was a glorious 25 degrees. And this felt like summer. Sun on the face. The dogs were zinging around the house inside, knowing full well that outside was suddenly better. A walk we went, Tiny Dog in my coat, of course.
I am weather obsessed, so I know what’s coming (brr). Is it better to be dog-like and just go forth?