Winter has arrived in my part of the country. We have experienced our first snow fall. We are enjoying a wind chill of 12F. The heaters are running, the scarves are out, and my fingers crave the warmth of wool gloves whenever possible.
Winter has arrived even though I wasn’t quite ready!
This morning I went to the drawer to grab socks. I wanted something warm. I wanted something fuzzy. I wanted something… warm!!
It should surprise no one, therefore, that I left the house in shoes with bright red, treads on the bottom, wonderfully warm, fuzzy socks!!
Did they match my outfit?
No
Did I care?
No
My feet were warm. That is what mattered most.
It also might come as no surprise that I actually considered leaving the warm, fuzzy, RED socks on when I arrived at the office, dress code or not!
I didn’t… and yet, it is noon… there aren’t many people here… and red goes well with black…and my feet are chilly… and I believe those warm, fuzzy socks are calling my name!
3 comments:
Rather valuable message
heh...I need more than warm feet, although if my feet aren't warm, I am miserable. If my back is cold, then I have no hope.
It has been chilly of late. I'm never really ready for the onset of Winter, but I still find myself hoping for a white Christmas--it's the romantic in me. The only White Christmas I've ever had was a foggy one...
Be well, TE!
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