We returned yesterday to find it was 14 degrees in Toronto, that's Celsius for you American readers. It was shocking to have such wonderful weather in February, as we drove North the thermometer continued down until we hit -4. The bare roads and clear skies changed, first to rain, then sleet, then wet snow and finally snow. The sides of the road when from bare to snow covered to snow banks.
We pulled into a perfectly cleared driveway(thanks Manoli) just after 10pm. When we opened the car door, winter hit us in the face. The warmth of the sun miles away in Cape Coral we unloaded the car, hugged our friends and let reality sink in.
And sink in it has right at this moment as I look out at the combined 50 centimetres of snow that fell this week. Putting on a bathing suit suddenly is a chore, and a big one. I know I'm not strolling out to the hot tub with a coffee in hand to discuss what adventures we will get up today. Instead I am having an argument with myself about getting to Physio on this cold, wintery morning. I don't want to go, I want to snuggle under the covers of my own bed and ease into the day. I talk myself into getting up putting the suit on, venturing out into the cold air, and going.
Once at Physio I gave myself an imaginary pat on the back, that wasn't so bad after all.
I get my usual "Good Morning Maureen" but then a confused look stares back at me.
"I don't have you on the schedule for today." she says.
I groan, and shake my head. I got myself up and out for nothing!
So that's how I got the day after holidays started. I shopped for groceries with my bathing suit underneath my clothes and it was the fastest grocery shop ever!
I'm glad to be home but sure wish there wasn't as much snow.