That Stuff That I Hate is Starting To Fall From the Sky Again, What's It Called, Oh Yeah

Snow.

These are precautions I'm taking in order not to fall into a snow-induced breakdown(in which I huddle indoors day and night with my electric blanket, fuzzy slippers, and Hulu Plus subscription):

1. I'm making soup. If there's one thing that can make a confirmed winter-hater sit up and say "ah," it's homemade soup. This season, I've got dozens of soups planned for rotation through the snowy winter months and the irredeemably snowy spring months. Potato leek, tortilla, squash-kale, potato-kale, tortilla II, veggie rice, lentil, tomato, minestrone, black bean, tortilla III ... with fresh bread, with dumplings, with noodles, with biscuits, with fried tortilla strips ... in cups, in bowls, in bread bowls, in tupperware bowls. No doubt about it, there will be much soup.

2. I'm starting to like sweaters. Or, rather, I'm making myself start to like sweaters. They are cozy (I tell myself), they are easy to wear (I tell myself), they mean having to hand-wash several pounds of laundry and them lay them on towels all over the apartment for days (I avoid telling myself).

3. I'm crocheting myself a headband-earwarmer sort of thing. It's made with fine alpaca yarn from Peru (thanks, Mom!), and if I ever finish it, it will make my ears warm as can be.

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