Every winter, we Hoosiers get a little weary. Usually by the end of February or beginning of March, we’ve had just about all the snowstorms and bone-chilling cold air that we can handle. We step outside and strain our ears in the hopes of hearing the chirp of a bird. One single little warble from one of those small birds that aren’t hearty enough to stay around for the winter gives us hope of the season to come. As we move about our day, our coats, scarves, and gloves protecting us from the biting wind, we study the plants in the hopes of seeing even one small bud. Just one tiny hint of green bolsters our spirits that, yes, we will survive this winter.
Well, it sure ain’t March yet, but I’m there. I’m done. You win, Indiana winter. I’m waiving my white flag of surrender. I snapped this morning, when I left work and had to trudge through the huge parking lot to my car, all while my body was being slammed with snow flakes that felt like sharp little diamonds. And once the car was finally warm, I had to drive home on horrible roads, as is evidenced below…
For the last month, there’s been nothing but snow and miserable temperatures and cutting winds. It affects me more strongly than some, I know, because my workday starts in the evening and ends in the early morning hours. I never encounter the high temperature of any given day because usually, I’m in bed when it happens.
It’s just… I’m… I feel…
I’m just so tired of winter. I hate it. Tim, too. He’s already announced that this will be our last winter in Indiana. As of right now, I have to agree. I feel like I’m going to snap long before Jack Frost’s icy fingers finally lose their grip. There aren’t enough coats and layers of fleece in the world to make me feel like I can survive this!
On another happier, warmer, more wonderful note, our new bed plan is in place. We bought a second queen bed on Sunday and assembled everything. It takes up an entire wall of our bedroom, what with two queen beds pressed together, but the last two nights of sleep have been beautiful! I’m sleeping so much better, as is Tim, and neither of us are complaining of the aches and pains that plagued us.
No, it’s not a gorgeous, photogenic bedroom right now, but the end result has been beautiful. We’re going to get matching comforters and pillowcases to allow some continuity until we can get a permanent base and even a huge headboard.
Roxie has plenty of room to spread out, as do we, and we’re sleeping in the way we each like – me sprawled at an awkward angle and Tim all wrapped up in the blankets. I don’t care if it’s not the “normal” thing to do, it was certainly the right thing!