Despite being warm blooded (or hot-blooded considering that I sweat in bed even on the coldest of nights), I’m realizing as I get older that winter just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I look forward to the cool, crisp autumn nights, I enjoy the first snowfall of the year. but once that happens (typically by the end of December), I’m ready for it to be all over.<\/p>\n
But no, it lasts through March (and occasionally into April). So, five more months of this? No thank you.<\/p>\n
That’s why I loved waking up to pouring rain this morning that disappeared by the time I’d finished my oatmeal and turned into sunny skies and, by 9AM, 65 degrees! Aer you paying attention, Mother Nature? this is how winter ought to be.<\/p>\n
Now if only my office would cool down (I’ve not turned on the heat yet…in fact, I’ve kept my windows open since the building turned off the AC).<\/p>\n
Last night I also decorated our Christmas tree. Normally I do this the weekend after Thanksgiving and invite a few people over for a tree-decorating party. But with our housewarming party coming up, I decided one party was enough and did it myself. It actually looks pretty darn good (I forgot to take a picture…will try tonight). And Randy unknowingly helped me with a tradition – despite not helping in decorating the tree.<\/p>\n
You see, ever since I moved away from my childhood home I’ve baked chocolate chip cookies to eat while decorating. Randy and I had no cookies (or mix, or ingredients to bake cookies) in the house yesterday. But before getting home he picked up a few groceries, including a package of Chips Ahoy.<\/p>\n
I’m not sure if he’s aware yet, but those cookies served their purpose and helped continue a tradition of eating chocolate chip cookies while decorating the tree. Now I just hope he doesn’t notice that half the bag is gone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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