- No one wants to actually go out in them, no matter how picturesque the snow looks flurrying down outside the window. Until you look outside and see a little kid having the time of his life, then I can’t seem to get my snow pants on quickly enough. (And by snow pants, I mean a pair of Levi’s I’ve had since I can remember having clothes, and because I used to live In Bosnia as a kid, this isn’t my first snowstorm. But it is my first snow storm here in New York.
- my hands. are. so dry. I just put on this hand lotion which I got because I wanted to use it with the perfume. It’s the Chanel no. 5 body lotion. I wouldn’t recommend it because it isn’t that moisturizing. I would rather go for charity pot by lush next time or similar.
my hands. are. so dry.
- I’m not a real New Yorker, I don’t think anyway. I’m pretty sure I need at least 365 days around the sun at a NYC zip code to even pre-quallify, so I’m well within my rights to say this snow storm terrifies me. I see the cathedral next door and send a silent prayer to saint Gabriel who is blowing his trumpet into the white oblivion.
- There’s one particularly cold draft, blowing endlessly around my feet, that can’t be stopped.
- There is no correct way to stay warm, and also no way that is fully comfortable. Namely, there is a certain amount of discomfort that appears to set in at this time of year and just… never leaves.
- I see why people wear slippers. My feet are wrapped in those fuzzy socks but there needs to be something between my feet and these god-foresaken cold floors.
- I feel like I’m in that movie, The Day After Tomorrow. By the way, what’s your favorite Jake Gyllenhal movie, wrong answers only?
- There can never be enough candles. I can’t stop thinking about how Christmas is a lot about light, and the longest night of the year. And how candles symbolize a light in the darkness. Chills. No, it’s actually just cold in here.
- Real world problems: How do I get groceries? I really cannot order delivery groceries because it seems immoral to pay someone to go out in this storm. But then I don’t want to go. So what am I going to do? I made a chicken soup last night. I also made a ginger potato carrot soup thing, which turned out to be way to gingery and spicy. It needs like a huge French bread loaf to go with it.
- There is no correct heater setting. Either I am drying out and parched, and can’t drink enough liquids to balance the air-conditioned heat blowing from the heater by the window. So I turn the heater off, the one by my bed I leave running. Poor DC. I hope she isn’t dehydrated. She’s taken to drinking out of the Christmas tree water.
Anyway, what are y’all up to this week? Let me know in the comments.