…and unlike the couple in the song, I didn’t have the option of staying indoors with a roaring fire, but had to get on a streetcar this morning to make my way to work. Not before stopping at a downtown café and grabbing a coffee first, though, which helped warm me up a bit. Even so, it was still bloody freezing out there with a temperature of -14° (feeling like -24° with the wind chill) and my head felt like a block of ice by the time I made it to the office.
And to make matters worse, two of our best friends recently moved to L.A. and we get e-mails from them describing their new (cold-free) lifestyle in California:
Less than a week ago I was on the final leg of the road trip that took us through Cleveland, the fields of Oklahoma, the canyons of the panhandle, the smell of sweet grass and wood fires in Santa Fe and some classic diners along Route 66. Today I [...] woke up in a cottage that, but for a few little things that I was able to bring, has none of the memories or memorabilia that made our condo our home. But, I woke up happy. I woke up to sunshine, and a chicken, 3 bunnies, 3 turtles, a cat, and so many emails and telephone calls that I feel spoiled.
Yeah, thanks for that, Lisa – I feel much better now…
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