Brr, I’m cold.
I'm not built for this arctic nonsense. I spent 25 years (minus a short stint in Chicago and a series of ski vacations) training for hot weather. Now, I’m stuck with occasionally inadequate steam heat, a constantly runny nose, and a need to apologize for all my disparaging comments related to panty hose.
The cold weather is starting to sink into my bones and the urge to retreat to the warmth of my apartment all non-working hours of the day is quite persuasive. The invites always start out motivational -- a premier of Four Christmases (eh, not that great), a Dash gig (the scary soap fans were back), and a tour of holiday window displays (way more fun than it sounds). But, they all end with icicle fingers and numb earlobes. Taxi fare and coat check and 27 winter accessories make this time of year such a hassle.
Bah humbug, right?
OK, I admit that there is something magical about winter. Snow-heavy branches and flannel sheets and maple syrup and elaborate light displays and lattes and 24-hour Christmas music stations.
Luckily, December is the month that makes putting up with NYC all the other months of the year worth it. It’s sorta like Black Friday. Well, Black Friday circa 2004. And, because my brain and fingers and toes are frozen, I'll leave you to ponder that analogy. Until next time -- stay warm!
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