Staying In

I thought I would venture out in the beautiful snow, but it’s a mere 18 degrees. I know for some of my more northern friends, this might feel warm. But for me, at least today, I stay bundled under quilts in the warmth of my upstairs office. It’s an evening to watch the snow, not walk it in.

Once, a younger me had no problem throwing on all the layers to go out in the snow. An older me weighs her options and decides to stay warm for once. It’s just a small thing I notice about aging. You do indeed mind the cold more. That’s OK.

Maybe tomorrow.

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