I’m sitting outside enjoying the sunshine with my dogs, because it’s forty degrees. (No, that is not a typo.) A few months ago, I would have laughed if anyone referred to forty degrees as warm-enough-to-sit-on-the-deck weather. After experiencing negative twenty wind chill, forty feels downright balmy. And I’m craving outside time. It feels like I’ve been in forced hibernation the last few weeks. If I did venture outside I bundled up like Randy, the kid from A Christmas Story who fell down and couldn’t get up.

Trips to the store consisted of parking the car, sprinting through the parking lot, shopping like I was stocking up for the zombie apocalypse, and then cursing my stupidity as I had to load all the items into my trunk, which took way too long. If this weather continues, I might order everything online and let UPS deliver it to my door. I don’t know how much the UPS drivers are paid, but they should receive hazardous duty pay for working in this weather.

The news is reporting negative eight to negative twelve wind chill for Monday. (As if Mondays don’t suck enough) Getting dressed tomorrow morning I will play my not-so-favorite new game where I see how many pairs of socks I can wear and still fit my feet into my shoes.

I’m fantasizing about moving to Arizona or Florida or some other place which doesn’t have this negative wind chill suckiness going on. If you could move to any warm weather location, where would you go?