The view out side my window today looked like this.
All my plans cancelled, all heaters up to eleven and I've been in siege survival mode ever since. I hate the cold with a vengeance and my new apartment seems to dissipate heat as fast as it's generated. I can't set foot into my bedroom right now without feeling as if I had just wandered into a huge fridge.
It did look nice though. As you can see.
The cold is a test to me, to my new plans. Cold is my enemy, it slows progress and halts change. It is like mud swallowing my boots or thorny weeds around my arms. I have done well to keep up my exercise regime, to remain active. Now is the greatest test though, when it's so cold I can barely drag myself out of bed on time.
So we'll thunder on, I suppose. My plan was to get some writing done this morning but I happened upon the most addictive game I've seen in a while. Download it if you have a few hours that you'd like to evaporate. Derek Yu makes good stuff.
I'll probably get an hour or so of writing in now, if I don't the cold has won. It can never be allowed to win.
Also, here's a thought for the day. Remember the good times but try not to envy yourself then. It was another part of the same road...
I'll stop now, I shouldn't be giving advice I can't follow myself. Stay warm everybody!