A half full cup of cold tea on a cold night, though, is still a shitty cup o' tea.

But speaking of positive...
I have trouble finding anything redeeming about winter, or pre-winter as this may be. I can barely feel my fingers, have my pjs tucked* into my socks. Am actually wearing socks. To bed, no less.

I will be envisioning the hot burning sand of a Fijean beach as I drift off into a cold slumber tonight.

* My dear friend Tara taught me the art, and value of "tucking". Indeed, she left no corner unshoved, no space unsmothered with another layer of cloth. And she survived in a caravan in the winter of Southern New Zealand. I will thank her endlessly for the lessons she gave me about the priceless practive of tucking in.