The Artic Blast made its way to Louisiana and we saw temperatures in the teens. Temperatures I used to feel daily living in Chicago but that now take my breathe away. Apparently my body has reacclimated to the cloying humidity and now I’m ready to hibernate when it hits the 30s. To say that I was over prepared for 3 days of lower than normal temperatures would be putting it mildly. Blankets were purchased, multiple soups were made, King Cake from Manny Randazzos, and wine, so much wine. We cranked that fire and I read books and it was lovely. I was happy, my Northern husband was happy, the Siberians Husky was happy. The Southern children however, were less than thrilled. Although school was canceled so it wasn’t all tears. I did my duty to warn folks about snuggling too close in the cold, we will know who listened in about 9 months.

I missed the cold so much and I wish I could’ve enjoyed more of it except I became sick so slowly over the course of several days that I was bed bound. I consumed so many medications and cough syrups I fear I will require detox. I’ve been so immobile that my Apple watch is concerned if I’m alive. I will need to rehab myself to get back to functioning condition. Of course all of this affected my planned content filming. Taking a break is one thing, having to take a forced pause is quite another. C’est la vie.

As annoying as this is, I’m just going to restart. The beauty of restarts and refreshes is that they can just happen whenever you want or need them to. It doesn’t have to be Monday or January or the 1st of anything, it can just be whenever you want it to be.