I never thought that I would consider 50 degrees to be absolutely frigid. But here I am, wishing I owned a parka, long johns and a face mask. It was a challenge to roll out of the sack and go to the post office. I blame my sad sunshine disorder for the errand at Target that turned into a major shopping trip. I’m just not myself when the sun goes away. This may hamper my chances of passing the psychological examination necessary to hole up at McMurdo Base in Antarctica but, hey, in a few years, the whole place is going to be a tropical paradise anyway.
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