Sock It To Me

We’re being told we’re going to get socked with snow this weekend. I do love a couple inches here and there, but this is supposed to be a big drop. Not only that, but they’re predicting a possible repeat next Tuesday.

Temps are going to take a dive, too.

I still don’t regret moving back to Chicago. My soul is at home here like warm, snuggly socks, and hot chocolate with marshmallows in front of a crackling fire.

See the mug with marshmallows?

I have a confession to make, though. This is my fourth winter back (been here three and a half years), and it’s the first time I’m experiencing cabin fever.

Living in Florida, the sun felt like a never-ending laser beam that my aching irises couldn’t escape (I posted often about it when I lived there). Now, I feel like I’m living in a windowless, dank dungeon. No matter how far I open the window blinds, the house is still dark. Cabin fever existed in Florida, too. We escaped the smothering heat for months on end, indoors, with the manufactured cold air.

I have a low tolerance for heat. I prefer the colder weather of seasonal environments. In winter, I often have a window cracked in a room or two. But, it’s the lack of light that seems to be snuffing me out these days. All I want to do is sleep.

Snow is exciting as long as I don’t have to drive in it, but it also keeps away the sun, and I’m wilting.

I’ve often been called Goldylocks. The name certainly fits my astrological sign . . . scales of balance.

This post wasn’t planned. I’ve decided to post a blog when something comes to mind. Sometimes ideas pour like a firehose, other times they trickle like a drippy faucet.

So what’s the weather like in your neck of the woods? Have you seen the sunshine more than I, or are you hibernating, like me?