The trouble is, after spending so much time ensuring I do not overheat at night – because for some reason it has become a regular issue – I find myself shivering and rolled tightly under the blankets in an attempt to get warm.
It’s these mornings which are the most difficult to wake up when the alarm sounds. My husband has already been gone a few hours so there is no sliding in close to him in the hopes of retaining residual body heat.
So I stumble out shivering and annoyed, throw on my bathrobe and plug in the heater in an effort to get warm again.
Welcome to the Midwest.
I like to explain to people I am a default resident – had I a choice back when it might have been simpler, I would have moved to Tennessee or further south. We considered it, GW and I, but his mother firmly responded “NO.” It is more difficult to change scenery when one has been rooted for too long. Truth be told, I don’t want to leave. I just want the winter to go away.
It’s proving to be a mild one at least. The farmers will resent the lack of snow, but I’m quite certain we’ll have enough rain in spring to make up for it. This seems to be the trend as of late. We did not have a white Christmas, but if one was truly desperate, one simply had to rent a snow machine.
I don’t criticise anyone for enjoying the snow. I simply retain the right to dislike anything cold.
This has been,
Fanny T. Crispin
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