It's almost February. This would mean that I should start clocking longer hours in the gym and dropping hints to friends with pools (for the first time in my life, I don't have immediate access to a pool).
But there is real, actual winter here.
I just want to lay in bed, under four blankets, drinking gallons of hot tea, wondering will I ever be properly warm again?
I ruined my favorite pair of ballet flats this morning while cleaning the snow off my car and digging it out of a snow drift (thanks, Alexandria plowman).
But it gives me the perfect excuse to rock these darlings.