So I have tried this new thing of wearing leg warmers on my legs UNDER my pants. Gosh, it just keeps my legs so warmed!
Leaning on the window of the train with your scarf as a pillow whilst trying to sleep is not the same as being in your fluffy bed under delightful, snugly covers. It just isn't.
So I actually participated in social activities this weekend. I was wary at first but it was fun. I had fun; in french no less. T had some of his peeps over, we made our house look good and put out a delightful array of snacks, people came, we played my Mad Magazine board game(which is bilingual-badly translated french on one side, english on the other). T was dubious about the game at first because he didn't live the beauty of Mad in his childhood but he was soon convinced of the superior quality of that board game. Then we played the Simpson's version of life, almost to the end all while consuming various enjoyable beverages and warmed by the lovely fire as the river iced and creaked and cracked. We went to bed around 3am and a couple people stayed over.
The next day for me, was even better. It's been so long since I've had people over, I wasn't even sure I could do it anymore. However, I did and I felt like such a functional human being. We woke up very late and I made omelettes for everyone, we all went for a little stroll along the river and then they went home.
T and I were exhausted but it was nice. We NEVER stay up that late. We normally act like we are about 70 years old, so it felt novel and fun to be living like the youngsters do. (I am only half kidding people. I really am this nerdy.)
We spent the rest of the day exerting as little effort as possible, just reveling in our success and what better way to do that than curl up on the couch with blankets and a bowl of rice noodle soup and watch Logan's Run? I'll answer that for you, there is no better way.
Good times.
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