It was 0.6 degrees Fahrenheit outside when I opened my eyes this morning. I was looking at the ceiling where we can immediately know the time and the temp all lit up like a starry sky above. It was 6:00 AM and who needs to know the time and temp that early anyway? In fact, knowing made me want to go back to sleep.
But I had to get up to put chicken in the crock pot.
I was thinking,
“How can I arise, dress in something warm and cozy, and then head out to the kitchen with nary a sound?
“Should I just go back to sleep and forget the crock pot?”
“No, I answered. You have to stay on plan. So, it’s cold. You will survive.”
Now I am aware it is colder elsewhere in the country. And wetter. And snowier. Feeling sorry for myself and broadcasting that “woe is me” attitude is definitely self serving.
“Stay in bed, I thought, You are entitled to selfish self-serving pampering.”
“No, get up!”
“Get going.”
“Bill will love not having to cook dinner!”
“Just a little snooze huh?
This internal struggle continued and jumped to other concerns about the cold temperatures.
Do the lights go out just because it’s cold?
Why then, do I have the urge to hoard water and bread and why am I wanting to stock up for a surprise power outage?
Lucky us! There is no wetness in this part of Virginia. Not even any humidity. It’s just well, COLD! My youngest grandgirl was supposed to be here yesterday but she was stranded in Charleston, South Carolina! They had 6 to 7 inches of snow that melted a little and then froze. Bah Humbug!
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