Over the threshold and back again (a Floridians tale)

We just got all dressed up to go out to Central Park for a stroll. I had on my over the knee sokcs, boots, jeans, nifty new 'Sunnydale High School' t-shirt (xmas gift from Henry), wool tutleneck extra thick sweater, gloves, hat, scarf and chapstick. We stepped outside in front of our apartment front door, felt the unbelievably strong winds and windchill that comes along with it, turned around, and came back inside.

So now we are watching the X-Files marathon. Because before Buffy there was X-Files. And because inside it's warm and there's hot cocoa.

Winter sucks.