We had a cold snap in recent days — into the teens — and I’m feeling like it’s hygge time. All that Scandinavian winter-comfort stuff, you know. Roaring fires, thick socks, heavy sweaters to burrow into. Netflix. Tea. Hot chocolate. It gets you through.
Which is by way of saying I got home from work this evening and hyyge’d into a 30-minute nap because jeez, I cannot with this 5 p.m. darkness. Why not go to bed, you know?
But then I woke up and made chicken tetrazzini and roasted broccoli, because I do my fucking job, people.
I’m exhausted, though. I wish I were in the south of France, like Deborah. I wish I were in California with my daughter. I wish I were in Florida with my BFF, who just retired. But here I am, where it gets dark at 5 p.m.
Some items of note:
Betsy DeVos gets yelled at, poor baby.
I am no longer watching the impeachment hearings, because things like this are making me nauseous. Hey, Florida Man.
#BeBest, you despicable woman.
So here’s a new thread for the weekend, and let’s all recharge.