and i know what winter does to me. It makes me want to curl up in my endless pile of snuggly blankets and sleep or read or watch movies, and wait for dereck to come home. This is not condusive to life. In reality, i need to get off my bum, put on some winter boots and go for a walk. Look at the snow, follow footprints. All these things need to get done. Less glamorously, I need to wash the dishes, and mud the drywall in heathers room so she can paint tonight (yeah i know, nothing like a deadline). I need to cook using the canned tomatoes we saved from last summer so we dont still have them this summer, i need to organize my office so its not a terrifying pile. (which it is). One sunny day, I need to get out into the yard and work on the chicken house, though maybe that needs to wait until spring.
In short , I need to move.
I feel better when i getup.
Its better for le bebe when i move around.

then why are my blankets soooo yummy?