Posts have been very few and far between but I'll try to work on that, I guess.
I spent some time in Canada. I have to say, very cold up there like I literally wore 3 pairs of socks and my feet were still cold, cold. And I seriously don't like the cold. Lo and behold, I came back with a cold. I'm finally getting over that cold. I'm actually just getting over the cold and I'm thanking God that it didn't last that long. But on Tuesday when I had the brunt of it, all I wanted was a warm body to lay on. I don't even know how to explain that without sounding like a total freak.
So moving on...
The few days that I did spend up there were needed and appreciated. As much as I hated the cold, I wouldn't mind being back. Everything is so much more simple when I'm there.
