Bitter, cold

There's absolutely nothing better than running around New York City on the coldest day of the year. Especially when you learn that Los Angeles, on the same day, was a balmy 81.

I, apparently, had forgotten what "cold" felt like. I didn't bring a hat with me because, well, none of them matched my scarf and gloves. I did wear a sweater today but thoughtlessly paired it with a thin camisole underneath, to protect my delicate skin from the itchy wool. The wind gusted straight up under my wool winter jacket because I left the sash at home, fogetting it served a purpose other than "fashion accessory".

After my first appointment I stopped at the Gap and bought a long sleeve shirt to pair under my sweater. After my second appointment I bought a hat. I'm still kicking myself over the coat, though. Seriously? Did I not live in this for 28 years? What is wrong with me?

I'm just so excited for tomorrow's high of 23.