Last weeks thoughts

A few days ago I was thinking the following...

I can tell I am getting old. I want it to get warm outside.

Now.

Don't get me wrong. I love Love LOVE snow. I eagerly await it's arrival every year. I revel in the first and second and third and fourth ... and 44th snowfall. I send ALL CAPS WITH EXCLAMATION POINTS texts to my beloved to announce the snowfalls. And mostly, I am sorry when the rain falls and the snow melts.

But this year, I am ready for warm. The heat is free in my apartment building and I have had the thermostat at 74 some days. And I've still been cold.

And I am sitting here at my desk at work with a long sleeved shirt, sweater and fleece jacket on ... and my little black glove on my right hand because it is freezing too.

Time to go to Menard's and buy some hand warmers...
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Which I did... toe warmers too.... just in case.

And today, it was warm. 63 degrees or so.... but with that yucky March wind blowing everything off the road. But it was warm.

And then I decided....

I missed the snow.