47 Degrees... in Plan B

Brrrrr....We are such wimps in FL. I am an official wimp. Anything below 60 and I cry. This is our official last cold blast of the season. I am layered up and have the heat on. Thankfully I don’t have to get up early and can sleep in my flannel sheets. Yes. Actual flannel from up North. There are two kinds of clothing. Southern. Northern. Southern jeans are lighter. Northern jeans are Levi’s or Gap. I do the weather that we can walk when ever we want and not faint from heat and humidity.
I do feel a change coming on. More so than in the last year ( or even years before ) that I feel like venturing out and meeting someone. I am tired of being alone for everything that I do and I do mean everything. I go everywhere alone. Being off on odd days doesn’t help. But also I like going out alone to be able to see things without someone bugging me to hurry up. So it is a two edge sword. Who knows what it has to offer but one thing for sure. This time I am extra careful.
Getting my hair cut tomorrow. Can. Not. Wait. It is getting uncontrollable. Good luck. Not going to be up long tonight. Got stuff to get done tomorrow. I hope to get one thing accomplished. Just one. Nothing huge. O! I did get rid of clothes on Tuesday at the farmers market. Yea. Me. Slow but steady. Keep moving forward. Never straight. Stay warm Y’all.