This morning was the type of walk that made me want to keep my head down, staring at the sidewalk the entire time. Not because I was angry, but because it was that. Damn. Cold. I periodically touched my gloved hands to my nose, ears, and chin, just to make sure they were all still there. They were so numb, I just couldn’t be sure.
Additionally (and I know this is my own fault) my hair was an icy mess. I know that I should dry it after the shower, I do know this, but I was running late. So I brushed it, threw on a hat, and hoped for the best. NOT my most fantastic idea ever. I was less than ten minutes into my walk when I reached up to check on my ears, nose, and chin, and brushed against my hair. But my hair? It was hard as a rock. The length that wasn’t covered by my hat was *completely* frozen, and frankly, I considered the possibility that it might actually break off if I bent the pieces at all. (My excuse: my brain was frozen, too.)
I spent the next ten minutes ruing the fact that I didn’t have some type of ski mask, covering all but my eyes, and thinking about other possibilities of keeping warm on the walk to work. I could really go for something like this:
Look how happy and warm he looks! Not only does he have the type of hat I need (I wonder if it comes in my size?), but he’s zipped in to what looks like a fleece lined little sack! Granted, I’m sure there’s a downside to not being able to move your arms and legs at all, but when you’re being carried like that, who cares?
Man, babies get all the good stuff. I’m still trying to thaw out my hair.