Last night was the Wood holiday party. It was held at Bites, a new Asian tapas place. We had the place to ourselves. The food was delicious. The libations flowed liberally. The service was outstanding… and fellow servers can be harsh raters. I left at 11. I was the first one to depart. I was stuffed with tapas and wine. But ultimately, I was sleepy. So even before dessert was served I ghosted. And I was asleep fifteen minutes later.
The biggest indicator of age for me is my recent desire to nest. I know some women get that homey instinct during pregnancy. Well, I got the urge after my eggs dried up. I want to stay in my place and putter. Of course, it’s my age exacerbated by this winter storm.
Chicago is being tormented by some brutal weather. According to my Iphone weather, it’s 0. Monday, the high is going to be -8. I don’t want to leave my house or my pajamas. Winter is best observed from the indoors. I want to call in ‘cold‘ to the office. I know I’m being a wuss. And, I do realize I had the good fortune to be in flip flops less than two weeks ago. So, I should woman-up and stop bitching.
Here’s what I’m going to do to get through Hercules…
- Stay home whenever possible.
- If I have to go out, make plans within a block radius of public transportation.
- Layer it on… hat, scarves, gloves, boots… extra socks.
- Not verbally mention the weather.
- Whenever someone else mentions the weather, I’m going to change the subject to the Blackhawks, Downton Abbey or Obamacare.
- Not verbalize any disdain for Chicago Transit Authority.
- Whenever someone with a car complains about the commute, I’m going to smile and ask the current price of gas.
- Drink water! I forget to hydrate in the winter and I feel myself withering from the inside out.
- Pretend I’ve been cast in the remake of “Northern Exposure.”
- Plan a winter escape(s).
- Appreciate that I have a home with heat.
- Know that every season has its season.