cold feet

ok, so this is not a blog about the runaway bride from georgia who ended up in police custody in new mexico...this blog is about....well....cold feet.....this downward turn on the temperature has posed a problem in so many ways....gardening setbacks, the decided lack of a lower fuel bill for march......and then there is the physical discomfort.......way back when we had the lovely heat wave.....remember that?....i got out of the habit of wearing socks to bed.....i would end up stripping them off sometime during the night anyway......and so this morning, when i got up to laze about....and do chores here and there.......let me enumerate......i did 3 loads of laundry, cleaned out a closet, and tidied up......not really a lazy morning....but the point is this...i never bothered to get dressed....and thus i found myself at 1:00 pm......with cold feet.....and rather than shower and warm up...i chose to go back to bed......oh...the joy of a saturday so unplanned that one can go back to bed for a nice nap......except.........that one cannot sleep well or long with cold feet......and though the dresser with all of the socks...matched or otherwise is but 8 feet from the bed......i resisted the saner part of my brain, which screamed.....socks,socks,socks........and instead cuddled up in a vain effort to warm up......and thus the nap that wasn't shivered along until 3:00, when i was finally cold enough to get up, take a hot shower, and get dressed...socks and all.....gosh...i feel so cozy in my sweat pants and longsleeve t-shirt....and socks.....i am not worthy of such delights.......but back to that runaway bride......14 bridesmaids?......what was she thinking..........