So, I had this fantasy last month of what would happen if I actually moved to Iceland.  I've always wanted to visit there.  They have volcanoes.  And hot springs.  And skyr.  If you don't know what that is, it's a type of yogurt that tastes kind of like ice cream but it's pretty much fat free.  They also have northern lights.  It's like a geologist fun park.

But then, this week, I haven't been able to get warm.  I forgot that when winter rolls around in Texas, I feel like a naked mole rate in the heart of Siberia.  I love winter.  I hate feeling cold.

I write this, of course, as I am eating mint chocolate chip ice cream.  I'm a bundle of contradictions.  I think it's time for pj's and fuzzy socks.