Hibernation

Don't you just love summers? Days at North Ave Beach, walking Katie's pup Lambeau to Oz Park, cruising the Rail at Nordstrom for dudes (sorry Dave), weddings and other significant milestones of close friends and family, the Neiman's last call sale in July. Every day of every weekend in the summer is filled with some sort of glorious activity; everyday is Christmas morning. I'm never able to sleep in during the summer months because hey, if you're sleeping, you might as well be sleeping on the beach somewhere right? And by sleeping I mean curling up with a Happy Meal and orange drink nursing a hangover. When the calendar turns to September, the fun fall activities take over of course: football games, trips to Madison, more weddings, late fall collections arrive. Then out of nowhere, BAM! winter happens. All the sudden, I'm sleeping ‘til 10 (ok some days 11) and spending as little time outside as possible. Not because I'm tired necessarily, but because I'm hibernating. Sorry mom, no, I cannot make it the 4 blocks to Walgreens today to get a new passport picture taken. Conditions are entirely too dismal to venture outside today. Plus there’s a House Hunter’s International marathon on tv and I can’t possibly miss finding out what vacation home the old Arizona couple chooses in Bali. Maybe I'm part bear or something but it is seemingly impossible to jump out of bed in the winter months to participate in some sort of activity. Obviously it's cold, but maybe we're all just storing up all of our excitement for daytime weekend activities for the summer, when daytime weekend activities are actually fun. Maybe it's just me, but don't call me on the weekends before 10 until mid-March, I'll be hibernating.