Cold

As much as I hate it, I think I'm getting used to the cold. It hasn't been over freezing since Thursday, except for like an hour where it was 32 degrees. Just last week I found myself getting cold all the time. I had to start wearing two pairs of socks and my gloves when I went to work. I'm sure I'll do that again when I go back tomorrow, but I've been desensitized. The ice and snow is still on the stairs, but it doesn't bother me as much as it did. I went to the grocery store today, and wasn't even cold walking in the parking lot.

Speaking of cold, I want to share a little anecdote with you. When Jameil was here last week, and we went out in the cold, she used to wonder why I never closed my coat. Like if I am as cold as I say I am, wouldn't it make sense to zip my coat? I didn't even think about it. I just told her that I never close my coat. Then the other day when it was bitterly cold, as I was walking from my office to the parking garage, I decided enough was enough. I need to zip this mug up. My coat, which I stole from my brother, because I didn't usually get cold enough to justify paying for a winter coat, has this crazy zipper that just doesn't want to zip up I swear I've zipped things up before, but I just couldn't do it with this coat. The darn thing wouldn't attach to the other darn thing. Can you tell I don't know what they are called? And that's when I remembered. It wasn't style or comfort, it was just plain ineptitude. I can't figure out how to zip up my zipper.  Good going, Rashan. Maybe I'll actually buy a coat... next year. This cold season is almost over.