I know that we are about to embark on a New Year, and there is talk of resolutions and new beginnings everywhere, but winter never feels like the start of anything to me.
It’s not the end, either, but the long dark nights and the biting cold make me want to hibernate. But not alone. I need to glom the heat off my husband; otherwise I might freeze. I wonder if Mrs. Berlin warmed her feet by scooting them near her husband, too?
You know it’s true love when he doesn’t mind your popsicle feet.