Cozied in, hunkered down

For three days, I trekked not more than 10 paces outside – and then only to take out trash.

I sat in my armchair, reading. Or on the couch, vegging on TV dramas. Or at the office desk, working. Or, decadently, in bed, under the electric blanket, harrumphing if forced into the bathroom’s chill.

That’s been my life during the Great Southern Winter Storm of 2025. Cozied in, cossetted up, hunkered down and avoiding it all.

Yes, our winter blast was bad. First snow in up to 15 years in some Louisiana cities, with winds that for a time blasted snowflakes sideways. Temperatures down to 7 degrees, the lowest apparently since the 1930s. Hundreds of miles of roads closed, including a long stretch of interstate.

In other states, in what seemed another life in the Midwest, I was tougher.

But living here in the subtropics changes expectations. It recalibrates our tolerance of heat (gimme more) and cold (no!).

Does it really change our bodies? Please say “yes.” I need an excuse for wimpiness.

The big melt is due tomorrow.

Oh, joy.