Sick of the Cold
I am so glad I moved. It has been flurrying for weeks, it seems. Michigan is a winter wonderland, provided you don’t have to drive in this crap. Even if it just flurries, if it flurries all day long, that’s about an inch a day. Start multiplying that out and you get the picture. It is already to the point where there are snow-bergs at the ends of every driveway, meaning that nobody can see you pull out until it is too late. I live so close to work now that my car doesn’t even fully warm up before I arrive. That is nice.
I am so tired of this weather. Tomorrow’s high is 12 degrees. Nobody wants to leave home in this weather. Combine the cold with pandemic and nobody is going anywhere. The only human contact I get is with my co-workers and customers at the store. The grocery stores are packed because we have all gotten out of the habit of eating out, for those of us that still have a little money to do so.
But I have been using this as an opportunity to do some healing work. Cocooning. It is days like today I am glad Barry passed before the pandemic. He would not have handled the AA club being closed well at all. I can just focus on myself. And drink hot chocolate, if I desire.