The only time I have felt warm today was when I curled up in bed with the cats. Even wearing layers and layers of clothing and cranking the furnace higher than it should ever be cranked, it never really got warm in the house. Now the sun has set, it’s getting colder, and it’s supposed to be even colder tonight than it was last night. Brrrr.

I hate winter.

Tomorrow night is the Xmas party, and I have no idea what I am going to wear. It’s going to be very cold. I don’t feel like wearing a dress and suffering for fashion. I think I’ll just put on my dark blue jeans, a silk blouse, the awesome vest my mom made me out of my dad’s old ties, and nice shoes and jewelry. If I do my hair up nicely and put on makeup, I’ll still look classy and be warmer than I would be in a dress. That’s a shame really, because I have so few opportunities to wear my cocktail dresses these days, but at what point is it just insane to do so? I’d say the point of insanity is when the temperature is hovering around freezing. Maybe I’ll change my mind tomorrow, but I wouldn’t bet on that. Feeling cold sucks the life out of having fun for me.

I’m going to order the pizza and go curl up under the quilt on the couch. Brrrr, brrrr, and brrrr!