While the north is slammed with cold weather and pockets of snow, I waver between jealousy and a desire to frolick in the 70 degree bliss we are in.
But it's unnatural, this weather, being that it's January and all.
And it feels especially unnatural when I have no reasons not to go rake leaves.
So the best compromise I can find is procrastinating from executing that horrible chore while reliving Declan's lovely first snow.
Brings back the jealousy.
Wishin' we were there,
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE