I don’t know what chromosome is responsible for the hibernation gene, but I certainly inherited it. Probably from both sides of my family too.
This week is Exhibit A. We’ve had swirling snow and bitter cold for the past five days, and I’ve managed to cancel every engagement (with the exception of book club and my piano lesson yesterday) to stay home. It’s the law of diminishing return at work. I’m not a sissy when it comes to driving in these conditions, but I’m not willing to spend twice as long to get where I need to go when the roads are not clear. I’m not willing to take twice as long to don winter wear either.
Besides, I love staying home. The fireplace is sizzling as I make a batch of split pea and ham soup. I’ve already played piano and am about to give myself a manicure. I’m starting on my builder’s license class in a little while and look forward to getting a couple lessons done without interruption. Maybe my son who is coping with blizzard conditions in North Dakota or my son who’s doing the same thing in upstate New York will call to commiserate. Then there’s the possibility of an afternoon nap, a cup of cocoa, and a good book.
No bear in her cave has hibernation down to the science that I do.