Baby It's Cold Outside

As I type this I sit cozily on my couch wrapped up in a soft warm blanket, in my warm over sized sweatshirt, my leggings, and my slippers, with snow steadily coming down outside my window.  It really is a beautiful sight to watch,  the white blanket covering everything from trees, to cars, to streets, but as I stare at it, all I can think is, the only thing I like about winter, is my wardrobe.  I know how that sounds, but I cannot stand the cold.  I only think it's pretty to watch the snow, because I'm not out in it. Sure the snow is pretty, but it's going to freeze over and turn into an extremely dangerous ice rink when the windchill drops to negative anything and the high for the day is 4.  And then when it's done being a menace to safety it's going to melt and turn to a dirty slushy mess, making it turn from a pristine white to a grimy black sludge that ends up covering everything.  But you know what doesn't change colors, or consistencies with the below freezing, freezing, barely above freezing temperatures, my large collection of  inviting, snugly, sweaters.  I may hate the winter, but I cannot pass up a giant cowl neck, over sized sweater to save my life.  I can't help myself, it's a problem.  I know this is not some earth shattering, deep thinking, call for social justice blog post, it's actually kind of a vapid post, but in this moment, it's exactly what I was thinking about.

In all seriousness, my Kansas friends, and friends already impacted, be safe in this beastly cold front making it's way to us, it will be dangerously cold, not something really to joke about.  Stay inside.  Do not get out unless it is an absolute necessity, and snuggle up with a loved one on the couch under a warm blanket with a cup of hot cocoa, hopefully wearing a cozy sweater.