I'm very tired of this:
I just put my older son on a plane to L.A. this morning. I was sorely tempted to sneak myself into his luggage. I want warm. I want to be able to walk on the sidewalk in my sneakers without fear of ice patches taking me down or snow piles blocking my path.
The most unfair thing of all -- son will be doing a one week internship basking in the glow of a computer monitor (think space camp, but substitute video games) and will not go out of his way to go outside and soak up the sun.
I really should have tucked myself into his suitcase. He probably won't even use those clean clothes anyway.
Ah well. Sometime soon I'll head out to L.A. for my own purposes (with a ticket, not tucked into a suitcase, which should be slightly more comfortable).
For now....I'm just glad we have a woodstove, and a pickaxe to chip the wood from the frozen ground.
Sigh. I think this is why my newest work in progress is set in LA. -- I'll take warm weather any way I can get it -- even fictionally.
I envy those of you seeing crocuses and tulips already. Will be at least a month or two for us.