Gripe, Gripe, Gripe…
The temperature has dropped considerably today, and our warm and sunny Florida is on its way to becoming frigorific as the end of the year approaches. This afternoon when I left work, it was gloomy and somewhat blustery as I trotted to my car. How can Florida get so cold? I felt betrayed by her.
I don’t want to scare away northerners coming to my Floridian blog in search of a little warmth. It’s honestly not that bad. Whining about temperature in the fifties when you live in one of the warmest places on the planet is pretty pathetic. I’m in complaint mode lately, grumbling about everyone and everything––even my favorite perfume bothers me these days.
Having had a very restful vacation not too long ago with a few activities scheduled between naps, I had so much sleep that John made me promise not to complain about being sleep-deprived for at least another month. But here I am, after less than two weeks, shamelessly griping again. I thought about browsing cheap flights to check out deals; but reminded myself of tuition fees, mortgage payments, insurance bills and Christmas presents, and opted for homemade comforts I can afford.
Just coming home to a lit up Christmas tree and a loving family warms me up. I love slipping into my flannel pajamas and jumping onto the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in hand (without spilling any)—it wipes away the weariness of the whole week. Vive le weekend!