I woke this morning to crystalline blue skies and frost on the Jeep that I proudly scraped off in old-school style with the company ID that hung from my belt. As I drove to the market and then to work, the soothing voice on NPR informed me it was 23 degrees. I’m pretty sure she f-ed that up so I just checked weather.com, which informs me that it is, in fact, 21 degrees here in HotLanta.

My epiphany for the day is this: I like two temperatures. I like it hot hot and I like it cooooooold. I don’t really care for any temperature say, between 40 and 75. They’re just annoying. Sweater? Jacket? Tights? Flip-flips or “shoes” (c’mon! always flip-flops). Too many stupid variables. And don’t even get me started on what I can and can’t eat depending on the temprature. Stew, chilli, soup, steak vs. salad, salad, sandwich, cold food, salad.

My point being that the snap in the air felt good, damn good. It was comfortable, and cold. As it should be! It’s December! None of this jerking around with the thermostat crap, give me COLD! Give me a reason to snuggle and hibernate and have hot cocoa and think about skiing.

Almost makes me miss home.

PS It is NEVER EVER ok to clip your nails at the office.