The Writer's Right

&*%$ it’s cold!

Yes, I know, I should be used to it. I’ve lived in New England all my life and at the end of every fall it gets cold. I guess the mild weather spoiled me. But it’s cold today. And even sitting here in the office I have sweater on. (Thankfully I left a cardigan here because all I wore was a long-sleeved tee-shirt.) This morning I dug out my short wool coat, a scarf and I bought some gloves at Target last night.

But I hate the cold. It’s miserable. And now the pugs are not pleased. Getting leashes on them is hard enough in the morning as Duke dances around playing the “catch me if you can, sucka” game. I know I can’t let him out without another layer. He’s “muscle and blood” as Cella says and he’s got barely any fat on him to keep him warm. Murphy on the other hand has a good layer. LOL (It’s ok smoosh, momma is the same.)

There was rumors of snow flurries last night. Nothing came. But it was 30 degrees. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…. I’m just not ready for it.

But I am ready to put my tree up. I’ve decided that next weekend Cella and I will put it up and decorate it. Perhaps I need to tell Jeff of this plan. Eh, he’s been playing Christmas music off and on for a month now. He’ll dig it.

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!