When I walked out of Trader Joe’s today, I could actually see my breath. And since it was only 43 degrees, I guess that makes sense. This confirms my decision to get the heck outta here come Sunday.
Actually, this confirms my decision: by the time I walked from work to home today, I had four missed calls from my grandmother. I figured something was wrong; she must have fallen or is in the hospital or something (I’m a proven worrywart). I immediately called her back, only to hear her say she was just calling because she realized that in a few days, we’d be on the beach having a cocktail (don’t threaten Hazel with a good cocktail!) and she was very, very excited.
So for the next few days, I’ll bundle up and tolerate the cold because soon I will be on the beach, cocktail in hand, chatting it up with my 94 year old BFF.