Winter can kiss my ass.
I am sick of the cold already. If I didn't love the trees and rivers and springs so much here, I'd move further south. This weather blows.
In other news, I was really tired yesterday and did not have as good a workout at boxing as normal. I just didn't have the energy. Also the coach kept sneaking up on me while I was working the speed bag. He thought it was funny that I wouldn't notice him there until he said something. I was FOCUSING! But I am hitting the speed bag better, and he said that my workout wasn't as bad as I was saying it was.
Last night Pat made a point of getting me to bed early and I slept almost eight hours. YAY!
But it's fucking cold here and I hate having to wear multiple layers. I like it in the 80s. I'm perfectly happy being warm, even hot.
But cold just buries itself into my bones and makes me ache and whine.