I was born and raised in Minnesota. I lived through mild winters, cold winters and colder winters. I know about wind chill and I’ve experienced frostbite. So there was really no excuse for me to take a walk today improperly attired when I knew what the temperature was.
Heavy coat: check.
Warm hat: check.
Warm, comfortable boots: check.
Mittens: check.
Scarf to wind around face: AWOL. Absent WithOut Leave.
I wanted to think writerly thoughts as I walked. I brought my camera, expecting to take many photos. I took one inside before I left, sort of a throwaway capture just because it was by the door and the look of it pleased me.
I dropped off the outgoing mail in the mailbox and headed down the street. From that point on, my thoughts were wonderfully focussed:
MY FACE IS COLD MY HANDS ARE COLD MY FACE IS COLD MY HANDS ARE STILL COLD THESE MITTENS AREN’T WARM ENOUGH WHY DIDN’T I BRING A SCARF? MY FACE IS COLD…
And so on.
I took my mittens off to take two photos but my heart wasn’t in it.
MY HANDS ARE REALLY COLD…is all I got out of that.
I was impressed with how many Christmas wreaths were out in the cemetery. I consider myself to be a sentimental sop, but I’m not sure I’d remember to do something like that for a loved one’s grave year after year. Hat’s off to all of you who do.
That’s the muse-o-day for today.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning and you’d better believe I’ll be wearing a scarf when I do so.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Two words … “neck gaiter”
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Two words: you’re right.
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I just hope you waited until you got home before you took your hat off to those who decorate gravesites.
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I only took off a metaphorical hat, so my head was still warm, although it could be argued that I’d left my metaphorical head uncovered. 🤯
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Maybe you were just metaphorically cold. If so, I think you should enjoy a Hot Chocolate metaphor.
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