I actually miss being able to curl up on the couch when the room is just a tad too cold, wrapped in several blankets with a good book and some hot chocolate. There's nothing quite like the muffled sound of the world outside your windows when it's wrapped in a thick blanket of snow. A hand pressed to the glass will leave a steamy outline when you remove it. No cars. No noise. Just a silent, crunchy world all to yourself. Le sigh.
Today I drove home with the top down on my car, bitches.