Today I had to move the seat back in the car. Not because I suddenly grew 3 inches but to accommodate all the layers I had on.
I gave myself lines to write as punishment for choosing to live in a country* where frost bite warnings, polar vortex, and frost quake are every day jargon. I love winter. I love winter. I love winter. I love winter. I love winter. I love winter. I wrote this over and over again until I was crying on the inside. And not just from the hand cramp.
But to top it all off I got a text from my stepfather: Just landed. Boarding the bus. Hot and sunny.
It was in this moment I spewed venom.
We are in the same freakin’ time zone yet there is a 43 degree difference between our locations. FORTY THREE DEGREES. Something is not right here. I must fix this. Where is the number to www.itravel2000.com?
*I really do love Canada. However, the deep freeze our region has been under is becoming just a wee bit intolerable. Pook can’t keep up with my fleece onesie orders.
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