A blanket of white
I checked into the hotel last night in Boston and the weather card on the front desk said it was 6 degrees outside. I told the clerk that isn’t a temperature it is a sentence. He laughed, but really, it’s ridiculously cold here. This morning, looking at the Commons and the graveyard snow is everywhere – isn’t 6 degrees too cold for snow?
I’m anticipating going out this morning to see clients and a large part of me wishes instead I was inside with a Snuggy. Snuggies are the new craze in case you don’t ever turn on your television and see one of the million ads for this phenomenon. T wanted a Snuggy because she is bony and perpetually cold, but there really is no justification where we live to own one. Here, you would need several Snuggies just to be comfortable.