Today in my region, it’s too cold for life. It won’t even get up to 20 degrees and the wind chill will be in the negatives. I honestly don’t think it gets this cold unless hell freezes over.
Even more than being able to sleep in, this is a circumstance that makes me incredibly jealous of people who work from home. Yet another argument for why I should just be a writer.
At home. All cozy.
I’d love to say more, but I have to start getting my layers on so that I can survive going outside.