After due statistical analysis (ergo according to my husband) if it drops below 40F then the best place to find me is in BED! Not because I suffer from any particular seasonal affect disorder or other cute ailment...as far as I'm concerned, it's just too damned cold to leave my flannel sheets, downy comforter and purry cats - without lots of fuss and protest!
I have actually hauled my "you know what" out of bed for several hours each day this week as there have been things to do and people to see. Last Sunday we went into town to catch up with my artpals from Texas - namely Don and Susan Madden. We spent a happy few hours nattering over coffee, which turned into dinner and many a tale was told. Turns out that my hubby and Don are fellow "Aggies" and Susan and I have much in common also.
Thanksgiving was spent with friends and family and we even got to spend a whole day yesterday with Rick's sister who was visiting from Minnesota. Miles and miles we walked, from Grand Central Station to Union Square Market, followed by the the Brooklyn Bridge, onto Soho and then back again. Good thing was all the walking mitigated the Irish Pub lunch and dinner at Salute before we drove back home and......oh yeah..headed for BED!
How many days until Spring????????????????? ....just my toes asking...of course!