This is almost like a hibernation. These days between subtropical mid-50s and subzero temps where I am changing out peep-toe shoes for Sorel boots with the fuzzy fur on top. And I don’t want to go outside. I am making excuses not to, which is really weird for me. And not good for any of us if you have resolutions to be more social, physical, whatever engaged state we want to be in at the beginning of February.
Case in point: The Twilight movies. I think I’m the only person in the world who hadn’t seen them and I was able to get through all of them in about three days, completely sideswiping any intentions to leave my home.