I know this is being really over dramatic, but this is how I feel about last night and this morning's weather:
(I feel I should also say that I often, throughout my days, say that statement in a manner attempting to sound like Bernard Hill up there, but as of yet no one has gotten my rather obtuse reference.)
At this point most of the snow on the roads and sidewalks has melted, but it's only a matter of time before we're all waist-deep in the stuff. I was at least a little bit excited for it--a statement I'm sure I'll regret in a short while--and even ran a little bit in the snow as I dragged a shovel behind me to dig the car out.
I was also incredibly excited to wear my new ridiculous hat. It's probably the warmest thing ever, and I've learned that having a warm head makes standing in the cold bearable for infinitely longer than with cold ears and blowing hair, but mostly I love it for it's Dr. Zhivago-esque quality. The downside is it is totally enormous to a ridiculous degree, and if I am not careful I look like an electrocuted version of Garth Algar.
At the moment I'm quite happy to dress up for the weather, although I'm already frustrated with the feeling of pants-tucked-into-boots, but we shall see how long this lasts! I'm wearing my fancy coat, a Christmas present from my grandmother last year, because my two other coats are missing buttons (I eternally pull of buttons; I don't know what the deal is). It makes me feel very bright though, and mildly ridiculous with my huge hat, but somehow I feel alright about that anyway. I bought some real live winter boots today (wellies are lovely, but no matter what they lock the cold into my toes) and hopefully I will be releasing them into their natural habitat successfully in the coming months.