Little Jack Frost get lost, get lost...

Today was cold. As in -1° this morning cold. As in so cold it makes you want to cry cold. The kind of cold that takes your breath away as soon as you feel it hit your bare skin. The kind of cold that does not care how many layers you have on, you are going to be hurting. Days like today make me more grateful than I can properly express for my warm house and my sweaters and my full belly. I can't imagine going without any of those in this weather.

We had a retirement lunch for one of my coworkers today. She and her husband inherited a shitload of money last year and are going to spend winters in Florida in a condo right on the damn beach and summers up here. They plan on doing lots of travelling overseas and just having a good time in general. They are in their late 50s and I think it's marvelous that they get to retire early and enjoy life to the fullest. I am so jealous, it burns.

I am tired tonight and I think I'm going to bed in about 5 minutes. I'm reading Anthony Bourdain's A Cook's Tour and it's excellent. I'm ready to burrow down under the covers and escape to places I will most likely never get to see.

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