Yeah, so 23°F. I could be planning, working, doing all sorts of things. Or I could crawl under many blankets and watch episodes of 30 Rock on my laptop and fantasize about having Liz Lemon‘s wardrobe. Like this dress. She has it in a couple colors. And man, do I need one. Of course I immediately think I should just make one: find, modify or draft my own pattern. Get some cotton jersey, maybe in green (but probably in purple). And get too it. Especially if I’m going to be up late at night, I should at least be practicing sewing with knits. And yet, it’s so damn cold, all I am doing is huddling under blankets and thinking about Liz Lemon’s wardrobe. Yes, winter is a sad, sad time for me.
Actually it’s not as bad as all that. I’m dressed and Libelle and I are going to go outside and find food (warm restaurant food, not like foraging in the woods or anything). We might even run errands or *gasp* walk a little. And then of course it’s back to blankets and TV watching. I don’t actually feel guilty about hibernating. I”ll get stuff done later in the week when it’s tolerably warm and I feel functional.
Picture is what my porch will be like when the warm weather returns.