this morning i had to defrost my car. also this morning, i followed a fifty-something male in a black audi tt WITH THE TOP DOWN. seriously, dude: it's thirty degrees out. nothing screams mid-life crisis like an idiot in a shiny car, freezing himself to death.

 

speaking of being thirty degrees out: i have been resisting, but i finally broke out the wool coat last night. i walked uptown for lunch on monday [monday, do you remember monday? the day that brief flurries of SNOW fell from the sky? yes, THAT monday], a lightweight khaki jacket my only outerwear. clearly i missed the weather report. however, i stupidly marched on with only the khaki jacket on tuesday as well. and though i didn't trudge around outside for lunch, it was still mighty cold walking from building to building, even for only minutes at a time. today i gave in: the wool coat and scarf made their appearance. and you know what? i forgot how warm that thing is. and cozy; very cozy. cold? it scoffs. what cold? i laugh at the wind. winter be damned! it sounds weird, but my coat is the favorite part of my day today. now i just need to find someplace where i can get it relined and get the various tears on the inside fixed, so i don't go from hey, what a nice professional looking coat while i'm walking around, to hey, is she a hobo? when i take it off.