I mean, I know. It’s winter. I live in Chicago. That’s not hard math to do.
And it’s brilliantly sunny out today, with bright white snow and a bright blue sky. Beautiful.
But I’ve got that inside cold that doesn’t quite go away until often the end of April, the kind when you’ve been cooled all the way through.
Like I said. Winter.
The sunshine is so deceptive, because the sun lets off zero warmth. Absolutely none.
Yet it shines merrily away up there as though it’s helping out. Not so, sun.
It does make for good writing weather, though. Listening to that cold wind, knowing there’s nowhere cozier than my new little writing spot. Looking forward to getting to it.
The writing, I mean. I’m blogging from there right now.
That’s the thing. Anything can be a motivator, if you look at it the right way. I’d much rather be in here, perhaps with a cup of tea in the not-too-distant future, than out there somewhere, that wind making ghosts of us all.
In here, my worlds are as warm as I make them. That’s a control I like.
I hope your Wednesday is appropriately warm.