The windows in my apartment are pretty solid. They may not keep out the loud drunks but I've been impressed at how they don't seem to let the cold in. Until now. Now I can feel the cold air pouring in when I'm six feet from them. I can no longer lounge around the apartment in shorts and a tank top while watching eskimos walk on the sidewalk below. Last night I slept under more than just a sheet. I even wore flannel pants. It's winter, you guys. About time, right? I mean, I certainly didn't move to Boston for the lobster or happy hour specials.
Saturday we made this thai curry soup. It's pretty amazing, and we didn't even have to go to Chinatown to buy the ingredients. Seriously, what would we do without Whole Foods? Besides have more to spend at crappy grocery stores?
PLS - that's the boyfriend, he's going by his initials here on the blog, unless he tells me what else to call him - busted out the cider and brandy and spices and made the year's first batch of hot cider, a nice way to ease into what would be a nerve-racking Niners game. After cider, I moved on to stress-drinking a lot of a certain SF beer (I'm getting more superstitious the older I get). Aside from the Niners winning, let's just talk about how great it is that they beat everyone's favorite team.
And, unlike my last place of employment, I have today off. Which means I can work from my kitchen table. #stillwinning
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