Hibernation

Oh wintertime, you false hope for a chilly adventure and chores done without sweating only to become glued to the screen under the cloak of grey. Throw in Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine’s Day and the Super Bowl to make leaving the comfort of a soft seat under a blanket filled up on adult beverages and salty snacks and you have all the ingredients for the disease called hibernation.

You know how hard it is to crawl out of bed in the dark with the chill of the toilet seat awakening you with several cups of dark liquid before you can venture out into the cold. Throw in some frozen water and you are trapped inside. No matter how high you set the thermostat or how many lights you turn on, the comfy bed and warm jammies under a fluffy comforter continues to call you back.

Sweaters, bulky coats, scarves, knit hats; gloves and boots are layered for the winter uniform. Pasta coated in cheese and freshly baked breads form the layers of fat to protect your bikini body from the cold. It is called ‘vegging out’ but few vegetables are involved.

The crocuses are up. The daffodils are showing promise of spring only to be shattered with dark clouds bringing more rain and sleet and the uncomforting of the remains of winter.

The hope is for more and more sunshine and raising the windows to hear the robins and the lawnmowers and step outside into the warmth to restore the Vitamin D so missed during the dark time.

Until then, I have those conversations in my head and have to wake from disturbing dreams with only the promise that March 20 isn’t that far away.