Thursday, November 03, 2011
When last we spoke, I was going out to walk the dog and it was 3pm. I had to bundle up; scarf, winter anorak, hat, gloves. A passing neighbor mentioned I was entirely overdressed for the weather. He was in a car. I laughed and said "I'm freezing". And I was. By the time I returned home I had the hat and gloves in my pocket and I felt warmer but not by too much. I have never been this cold sensitive (since moving here 20 years ago) and it bothers me as it isn't even cold yet. The snow refuses to melt.
We had a bunch of leftover things for supper. Some of the fried eggplant. some marinara, some ratatouille, and the remaining mozzarella cheese. I baked all of that on a sheet pan and made fresh pasta for G. He had apple pie for dessert and I had the last three clementines. Survivor, Work of Art and Top Chef Texas. And I fell asleep on the couch. I have book three in the Henry VIII series. But haven't been able to read. My eyes are tired.
All day, yesterday, I thought about calling out sick today and having 4 days off in a row. Wednesday thru Saturday. This morning I realized the "work ethic" of my parents wouldn't allow me to do that. So, here I am dressed for work, lunch packed, dog ready to go off to day care. Not happy. Pushing forward anyway.