It has been almost two months since my gorgeous wedding day. I can't say that married life feels particularly different, though I have been accused of sporting the post wedding glow by several interested eyewitnesses. I don't feel like I am glowing. The hubs and I are just as happy as we were before the nuptials. If there is an extra blush about me it may be from an increased production of laundry, cooking, and general housekeeping, which have been in my life more abundantly since I became a married lady. Other than that I can't imagine what it might be, unless it is just my usual spunk.

Thus far I have resisted any urges to venture out in public in sweats and baggy cotton sweaters, a culturally accepted winter ensemble here in the Midwest. I can't say that I can blame anyone. When the thermostat drops and the skies are heavy and gray it is only natural to want to cover yourself in clothing that feels like a giant blanket and gorge yourself on coffee and powdered doughnuts. Why do you think they invented the snuggie? As per my rebellion against the hibernation instinct I have vowed to increased my exercise routine and emerge in the Spring as trimmer more fetching version of myself. We'll see how that goes. The pumpkin cheesecake has already been calling to me.

The most common question I am confronted with from bewildered Midwesterners is, "How are you surviving the winters?" I am sure there is a certain amount of delight in watching me squirm and whine on about the slipping, falling, scraping, and shoveling that I never knew in my extraordinarily uninhibited life in Florida. And yes, I find it all to be very unpleasant. The snow itself, however, especially when it is floating down in feathery white specks, is really quite stunning. The change of seasons, for me, is still a magically wonderful thing. In summation: I am still here. If you want the real dirt I refer you back to my original post Florida Girl Survives Her First Winter.

I am writing from home full time these days which has been a recent, fabulous, and terrifying change of pace. As I attempt to transform myself into a human writing machine, I hope to make myself worthy of the task. It is the next mountain to climb on this crazy and unexpected journey that is my life.

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