The best way out is always through.
It. Is. So. Cold.
That’s almost all I’ve been able to think about, since the latest cold front swept in on Monday night and left us with a weather forecast of highs in the twenties or teens, and lows in the teens or single digits, all week. The photo above is of last week’s snow, but so far this week, it’s been too cold to snow.
I am wearing sweater tights and fleece-lined boots, wool hats and leather gloves and my knee-length down jacket with the fur-edged hood. I am drinking cup after cup of tea, eating bowl after bowl of soup, turning on the electric blanket before J and I jump into bed at night. We did finally take the Christmas tree down, but the twinkle lights remain. I am taking my Vitamin D pills, turning on my happy lamp every morning, even getting outside to go to the bookstore and the post office. (At least the sun is out.)
I am deeply thankful, every day, for furnaces and warm clothing, but these frigid winds and biting temps are getting me down. Particularly when the subway breaks down and I stand shivering on the platform for half an hour before catching a southbound train so I can get off two stops later and catch a non-crowded northbound train to get to work. (I promptly treated myself to a chai latte when I finally reached my office.)
I am doing my level best to distract myself with books and friends and the daily New York Times crossword (my husband and I are newly obsessed), but it turns out Frost is right. The best, and only, way out of such a season is through.
How long till spring? (And what are your best winter survival tips? Please share in the comments!)