Blame Puxatony Phil, that’s right that little groundhog who said winter wouldn’t last much longer. I’m bundled up in my hat and warm winter coat (after I packed up all my heavy long wool coats) and am not trying to take my coat off in the cold morning air. I’m cold.
I’m also still bundled up in black tights. So until the weather perks up, expect to not see me outside in my outfits. And feel free to kick Puxatony Phil in the butt for me too.
I’m ready for spring.