It was cold yesterday. Not a shock. It’s New York. It’s January. It’s to be expected. Except it’s been unseasonably warm and snow-free and despite my best effort, I got used to it. Now I’m cold all the time, some of which, I’m convinced, is psychosomatic. Just knowing how cold it is outside makes me shiver.
Last night, after getting home from work and spending 2 hours assembling our new treadmill, we stopped for dinner (Roast Turkey Breast and steamed vegetables). I just couldn’t get warm. It was too late in the night to start a fire, so I put on a sweatshirt, we turned up the heat, I grabbed the blanket, and I whipped up some Sugar Free Swiss Miss Cocoa, which I sipped from one of my new giraffe mugs (part of a set of four that I got for Christmas.)