It continues

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?