Let's get that political stuff off of the top of the page, shall we? None of you seem very interested and besides, my obsessive political needs have been satisfied by a long email thread between me and some 141ers for the past 3 days, so I no longer need to vent about it here. At least until tomorrow and the next caucus.
Sweet Tinkerbell Jesus, it is sofa king cold! When I left my apartment this morning, it was 12° outside, with a -7° wind chill. I do not know how people are expected to function in temperatures like this. My apartment is also very cold, as our heat circulation can sometimes suck (plus our super came in last week and tinkered with our vents, which I don't think helped) and I am unwilling to make the heat higher than 72° (gas heat is expensive, yo). I am not kidding you guys, my alarm went off this morning and I laid in bed in my fluffy socks, flannel PJ pants, long sleeved T-shirt, and hoodie (with the hood up) under 4 blankets and I seriously considered snaking my arm out and grabbing my phone and calling out today, just so I could stay in my warm little cocoon.
And I realize that this is gross, but I totally didn't take a shower this morning because the heat downstairs hadn't kicked in yet (I turn it off at night because there's no one down there except Dill, who has a fur coat and can't complain) and I didn't want to take off my warm PJs and spend the next 15 minutes shivering in a cold bathroom under a paltry spray of lukewarm water.
My car, which apparently hates me, is not fairing well in this cold either. It was like driving thought molasses to get here today.
When I walked in the door, all Tammi could do was laugh at me. I looked like Nanook of the North, what with my coat buttoned to the tippy top, hood up, scarf wound around my neck and chin so only my eyes could be seen, and mittens. And then, after I de-bundled myself, sat shivering for ten minutes with my coffee as I waited for them to turn up the heat in editorial.
I don't get people who like winter and say they find it "cozy." No. There is nothing cozy about runny noses, chapped lips, icy fingers, shivering, an excess of static electricity and annoyingly high PECO bills.
Shut up, Winter.
Sweet Tinkerbell Jesus, it is sofa king cold! When I left my apartment this morning, it was 12° outside, with a -7° wind chill. I do not know how people are expected to function in temperatures like this. My apartment is also very cold, as our heat circulation can sometimes suck (plus our super came in last week and tinkered with our vents, which I don't think helped) and I am unwilling to make the heat higher than 72° (gas heat is expensive, yo). I am not kidding you guys, my alarm went off this morning and I laid in bed in my fluffy socks, flannel PJ pants, long sleeved T-shirt, and hoodie (with the hood up) under 4 blankets and I seriously considered snaking my arm out and grabbing my phone and calling out today, just so I could stay in my warm little cocoon.
And I realize that this is gross, but I totally didn't take a shower this morning because the heat downstairs hadn't kicked in yet (I turn it off at night because there's no one down there except Dill, who has a fur coat and can't complain) and I didn't want to take off my warm PJs and spend the next 15 minutes shivering in a cold bathroom under a paltry spray of lukewarm water.
My car, which apparently hates me, is not fairing well in this cold either. It was like driving thought molasses to get here today.
When I walked in the door, all Tammi could do was laugh at me. I looked like Nanook of the North, what with my coat buttoned to the tippy top, hood up, scarf wound around my neck and chin so only my eyes could be seen, and mittens. And then, after I de-bundled myself, sat shivering for ten minutes with my coffee as I waited for them to turn up the heat in editorial.
I don't get people who like winter and say they find it "cozy." No. There is nothing cozy about runny noses, chapped lips, icy fingers, shivering, an excess of static electricity and annoyingly high PECO bills.
Shut up, Winter.
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2 Comments:
I'm one of those douchenozzles who finds winter cozy. I like it. I like it even more now that I telecommute, because if it's cold, I just pop on a sweatshirt and some Arsenal socks and grab a blanket. The coffee's hot and the laptop is warm, and my furry brigade is willing to share body heat if need be. So, yeah, looove.
On the other hand, I've been bitching for two months that I want snooow, because it would add to the coze-factor, and the one day -- THE ONE DAY -- that I'm actually planning to leave the house, we're supposed to get storm-assness, so we have made the executive decision to cancel our trip.
Never fear, though. I set up a judging ring in the living room, and I'm holding an in-house so-called dog show to keep me occupied.
I will admit to sort of liking snow. But only if I don't have to go anywhere and I can stay inside and cuddle with Dill.
But being a grownup, that rarely happens. I have to go to work/class/whatever and thus brave the cold and dig out my car, shovel the walk, drive in retarded weather. My jeans get sopping, my fingers go numb and my teeth won't stop chattering. HAAAAATE. It was so much better when we were kids and had no responsibility and could have snow days.
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