up and at em . . .

this morning.  had to go grocery shopping to replace some of the goodies lost in the great thaw of 2016.  really not much.  i'll take a chance on the rest.  i'm not wasting good gravy.  baked ziti on tap tonight.  this week's menu is very hale and hardy . . . beef stew, chicken and wild mushrooms over linguini, grilled swordfish, grilled cheese sammies, a trip to carrabba's for polo rosa maria.

but first, stops to the pharmacy and the health food store for good for your body and before that a morning walk.

let's chat about the walk.  8:15, i look at my phone.  41 degrees.  i check the internet.  43 degrees.  i call joanie to see what she thinks.  tells me it is 50+ degrees.  ok, i'm a sucker, i believe her and head out in crops, one of the 9TS's long sleeve tees, and an undershirt.  yup, i can still wear undershirts.  they are good for the soul. 

it is freakin' cold out.  i glare at her.  she says it was 50 something on her porch.  her porch which is protected from the elements.  brrrrrr.  and, i couldn't find my ear warming head band.  double brrrr.  i pull my sleeves down so i can wrap my hands in the ends.  i start walking faster.  i chatter.  i kvetch.  i whine. 

i come home like the popsicle that i am and hop in the shower before i run my errands.  warm and comfy, i search high and low for my ear muffs.  finally they are found dragged under the bed.  hello pippin.

home from errands with groceries put away, i stoke the fire and create a warm nest where i happily stay entrenched until winter is over.