If you stepped outside of your apartment this morning in NYC, you probably thought you were still dreaming. Or that someone, somewhere had reversed time and thrown us back into the spring.
It's over 60 degrees outside! But it was snowing not two days ago!
Maybe others appreciate this, but I simply can't. Lord knows I'm still fighting a cold and/or the flu. The fluctuating temperatures are not playing nice with my sanity and general well-being.
Yes, I know I hate the snow and cold. Yes, I would love for Manhattan to invest money in a program that drags this island to just off the coast of California from November to April. That would be fantastic.
But, in the end, what I need is consistency. If we're in the hell of winter, it needs to stay that way. Cold. Blustery. Snowy. Gray as death. Whatever. That's fine. I'll learn to adapt and deal with it, just like I do every day.
I can't wake up in the morning, throw on my winter shield (a very thick CK coat gifted me by my two ex-boyfriends) and step outside, immediately breaking into a sweat. Not good. Not even permissible. Consistency! Please! Make it cold, and keep it cold. If this seesaw weather keeps up through the winter, every Manhattanite is going to end up sick as hell.