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December 04, 2005
Winter Isn’t My Season
There is an Anna Nalick lyric: "Winter just wasn’t my season." It hit home because winter has never been my season.
I hate the cold. Cold weather makes me want to hibernate, do nothing but lie in bed under a stack of quilts and sleep until spring. Too bad that is not really an option.
It is barely December and already it seems like my energy level is failing and all I want to do is sleep. At first I thought maybe I was sick, coming down with the flu or something. But then I remembered. Suddenly it all made sense. It is too cold to do anything, go anywhere.
As much as I want to hibernate, that is probably not the best thing for me. I need to start writing again; I have hardly done anything since I finished NaNo. I need to write a new column; I only have one left in the queue. I need to exercise so that when I have my cholesterol checked again in January it won’t still be too high.
How am I going to do any of that when they are predicting snow for tomorrow?
By sheer force of will and grace of God, I guess.
Posted by Selena at December 4, 2005 09:11 PM
Comments
I know how you feel Selena. The cold does me the exact same way.
Posted by: Scott M. Sandridge at December 6, 2005 05:57 AM