This weather is getting to me. I'd been hoping for and anticipating the crisp chilly air, but it transitioned to cold very quickly. Despite constant wearing of wool and copious cups of tea, my bones are shivering. Right now I'm sitting at my desk, watching the severe weather warning wind gusts ravage the big tree outside my window, wrapped in a fleece blanket, wearing a big cozy wool sweater that my Gramma knit, smartwool socks, wool clogs, under armor pants, a skirt, and a funny knit hat with earflaps from Buffalo Exchange. And I'm cradling my huge mug of herbal earl grey in my hands to keep them warm. Complain, complain.
This is from a couple of years ago, but oh my it never gets old:
What I would give to be able to play the trash can drums. Or the accordion. Or anything, really.