Yesterday, we hunkered down and fought the frigid weather by staying cozy by the fire. However, after sleeping in this morning and finishing a jigsaw puzzle in the early afternoon, I couldn't stay inside for another minute. I tried to get Lucy to walk with me, but she gave me a serious side-eye and put the brakes on before we were even out of the complex.
It was cold, 22 degrees, but after bringing her back in, I snapped my trapper hat and headed back out for a walk on my own. It didn't take long after climbing the stairs and moving briskly through the neighborhood hills that I removed my hat. Soon, my jacket was only three-quarters zipped, and my scarf loosened. By the time I hit mile one, I was carrying my scarf and mittens in my hat as my coat waved behind me.
"It's getting colder," a fellow walker admonished me with raised eyebrows, and I nodded in agreement as I passed her. As I continued along, I thought about ways to combat the cold. Hibernation is always a temptation, but action is effective, too, and so invigorating to boot.
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