I've been sleeping enough to bring on the muscle aches and colon clogs of inactivity. I always feel extra sleepy with the longer nights of the winter solstice, but this is ALLOT of sleep, even on the winter solstice scale. My appetite is good and I feel fine while I am seeing to the basic chores, but the call of the pillow is always there. I am giving credit to the first actual season change I have experienced in 40 odd years. My North Country friends are teasing me while the Temperate Region locals shrug at me, but it is a shock to my sub-tropic conditioned senses. What do you mean it won't be back to 80F (26.6C) by the end of the week? I've got ribs to barbecue! I started marinating them on the first day of the cold front.
Still, nostalgia for actual season changes was one of the draws to this region. In recent years I have been quietly remembering winter sports, etc., while I have listened to the Central Texas natives trade horror stories about northern winters. My husband, sons, etc., are what I call, "Tropikids" who have never experienced real snow. Their horror stories can be comical. I have felt an increasing drive to challenge the horror stories. I donae believe I could love the season changes of the sub-arctic or arctic regions, but I have been anticipating the milder season change here in the river confluence region of central North America. In between naps, I have been wandering outside to absorb as much of the cold as my senses can comfortably handle. Did I make it a whole five minutes in this morning's 30F (-1.1C)? Probably not. . . When I came back inside, I didn't know whether to go for a coat and try again or dive back under the covers. I settled on this journal entry as a compromise.
Nearly all of my current winter attire is new-to-me. I left most of my scanty winter wardrobe in Texas. There never was much of it. I used layers of clothes far more often than I bought warmer clothes I would only use a few days a year. I hate new clothes, but winter clothes are a bit of a mystery to me. What winter wardrobe I needed there was never used enough to break in, much less wear out. Shopping for winter clothes and learning how to use them has felt a bit like exploring the surface of Mars.
It feels okay to be sleeping extra with extra stretching exercises to ease those muscle aches and colon clogs of inactivity. I think. Keeping my finger on the pulse to assure myself that some yet to be spotted psychosis isn't *just* making excuses for me again.