Moot Thoughts & Musings

It's like the weather took all the coldness we should've had in January and combined with what we get in February, because baby, it's COLD outside.

This is my study day, when my mom comes to help with Ellis. And let me tell you, this is a sweet deal, because you know what she did!? She cleaned my room!! Have I arrived or what!?!? (thanks, ma!) Anyway. I'm just glad she can come. So I had to use this day to go to the library, which I REALLY did not want to do. Because traveling to the library meant that I was not writing. Unfortunately the necessary writing could not happen without said trip to the library. Grr. And it was really cold. I even wore pajama bottoms underneath my jeans (like Ramona Quimby), and my legs still went numb (not like RQ).

I did find good stuff at the library, and then came home to clingy Ellis. He seems fine; but I think he's tired and maybe a little bit more clingy. He hasn't had any dairy except for a little yogurt with its healing bacteria. He ate a hearty breakfast but picked the rest of the day. Probably partly due to upset over lack of parental presence. Sorry, dude.

Anyway, I was griping to myself over the cold, I tried to keep in mind the fact that I grew up in Iowa where it was routinely this cold and much more windy. And I survived. My last winter there was the absolute worst I have ever experienced. One evening in late January (or Feb?), it was so cold that if you threw water up in the air, it froze before it hit the ground. I lived in a suite situation with 3 other girls (boarding school): 2 in one room, 2 in the other. A few nights got so cold that the four of us huddled into one room. We had heavy blankets over the window and the baseboard heater jacked up all the way. We put our mattresses together and pooled blankets and body warmth. The room's thermostat registered 45 degrees. (Okay, I think the pooling matresses might have been a little extreme, but considering the circumstances, who wouldn't be up for a slumber party?) Is it any wonder that for the next nine winters after that one I enjoyed living in the South and Deeper South? Well, I'm back up North, remembering how to layer and bundle again.