I love cold weather. (and feeling cold, and snow, and bundling up.) 55 degrees outside and sleeping with the windows open is a good start.
We’re all so oppressed by heat in Florida for the vast majority of months that when it does break, everyone is cheering and happy and spending time outdoors. It’s the exact opposite of living up north in a climate with brutal winters where people rejoice for the summer sunshine. Here we beg for respite.
That seems to be a rather common theme in my life lately… begging for respite. Taking one day away from working over the weekend put me in a tough position to work 12-hour days all week long. I’d like one day to stay in my pajamas in bed with my kitties and dog. A weekday. Then it really feels indulgent.
My dog thinks she’s a cat. She prefers cat toys. She climbs up on the back of the chair I sit in often and curls around the back of my neck to rest. She stares out the windows. She tries to get in the top of the cat tree. She loves litter boxes. She goes under my bed. She loves my cats. She definitely wants to become one of them.
and the emails beckon. i wanted to work from home today. ahhh well.
