I am tired of being cold.

And I am not even talking about the bone-chilling kind of cold that we had just a couple of weeks ago.  No, I am talking about the bottoms of my feet being cold walking on the hardwood floors.  The cold from walking on the tile in the kitchen.  That feeling of a small, oh so tiny hint of a draft coming from somewhere…even after you have put plastic up on all the freaking windows, and put draft catchers under all the doors…THAT ghost of a draft that just catches you bare leg in the middle of the night.  Or hits your neck and sends chills down your spine.

I am sick to DEATH of that cold.

I need summer.

I need taking the top off the the Del Sol and feeling that warm breeze as I drive.  I need being able to pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walking out the door.  The feeling of sweat rolling off of my bald head.

I need summer now.  I don’t need the sunburn that I will inevitably get, but I will relish in that feeling more than I relish in the feeling of this continual cold.  I need the feeling of the sun baking through my skin into my bones.  I need the feeling of sitting in the shade on a hot day.

I don’t think that I am going to last much longer…..