The great outdoors is cuddle-worthy cold. Consequently, last night was Official Emotional Vomit Day for our apartment (over the cuddle-worthiness or the cold? you decide). We ate approximately 90% of a pumpkin pie, and life seemed a little bit brighter.
Contrary to popular opinion, I enjoy the cold. I just enjoy it much better from behind insulated walls and too-big sweatshirts. My shoes are in a perpetual state of distress from the lovely East Texas mud, my hair no longer knows quite how to behave, and my fingers may thaw out sometime around next July--unlikely, but hopeful. However, the world is still beautiful... and apple-cinnamon tea is still sold at a grocery store near you... and hugs are still in style.
Do you know if there's any way to suspend gender for any undetermined amount of time? I think that would solve a lot of problems...