In My Bones

IMG_0865Around our house, we joke about how the cold gets into my bones. My kids throw around the “old man” label when I complain about it being cold. To compensate, I develop seasonal habits of indulging in hot chocolate and consuming lots of different soups, especially homemade chili, to try to convince my bones they’ll be okay.  I have oversized blankets strategically placed on a couple different couches, extra comforters on the bed, and thick socks in ready supply.  Sometimes, however, it seems that no matter what I do, the cold gets into my bones. Continue reading

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