Saturday, February 02, 2008

Bone Chiller

How can it be so cold, clear to the innermost marrow, when it's been over 40 degrees. Can you say, "Wind chill?" (Pardon my whining about the dampness making it worse. Nevadans don't do humidity well.)

I love winter. I adore snow. Cold doesn't bother me. When the wind stops, I've been unzipping my jacket and stripping off my gloves.

When the winds swirl around, I've been wearing my jacket indoors. Even warm cocoa and baths hot enough to boil lobsters are temporary fixes.

This is where I want to be. Right now. (stomps her foot)

Gardens at the Del Coronado

I'm off to bed and sweet dreams of Shelter Island, sailboats, and not a breath of wind.

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