It’s that time of year again. I turn the heat down at night because it seems a little stuffy, and I wake up freezing! Doesn’t help that there’s not a stitch of insulation in the walls, and I move around so much that any chance of keeping a blanket on goes out the window… with all the heat…
That’s how I woke up this morning. Cold. Grumpy. Cold. Trying to find the will to live at 5am. Cold.
To make matters worse, I knew that I had to deal with a flat tire before I went to work. I noticed 2 days ago that I had a flat, pumped it up, and saw that it was flat again yesterday. Oh goodie. If I had’ve thought that it would have held the air, I would have pumped it up yesterday evening in the light. But nope. I didn’t have much faith of that, so I waited until this morning. In the dark. And the cold.
I took two steps outside and realized that not only was this morning cold, but that everything was all nice and shiny. Lovely. Our first real heavy frost. I had to run back into the house and start digging for a scraper and some gloves. Found two gloves easily enough. Both right-handed. Fine. I was going for warmth, not style. And my choice of scrapers. You can never have enough scrapers.
15 minutes later I was rolling down the road, heat blasting into my face, listening to my uplifting gym tunes, hoping to stay awake long enough to make it to work.
I hate winter. It hasn’t even arrived yet, and I hate it already.