Indecisive Peach

I leave tomorrow for Arizona to give my presentation on the ethos of blogging. Currently, I’m huddling in an oversized Afghan-esqe sweater, shivering, and praying to an extensive list of gods of all shapes and sizes that I’m not coming down with a cold. Because nothing says authoritative vixen like a hacking into a hanky.

It’s been a suspicion for a couple of days. I’ve waved it off by thinking that my sniffles must be just a repercussion from the temperature dipping into high 60s. BRRR.

I joke that this is still swimming weather in Germany to J, but my Mom expressed concern the other day. “You know, this is why Germans are depressed. No sun. Cold weather. You’re going to be in trouble,” she murmered. I think she’s right.

While not exceptionally sun-worshipping, I’ve enjoyed the climate in the Southwest immensely. I told her too that I since know the other side of the coin I might even be more prone to depression next year when I look up into a fogged grey sky… for weeks at a time. My American optimism wonders though if perhaps the lack of Vitamin D will help me fit right back in as I become a staid, grumbling member of the umbrella toting population.

Thank god it’s 91 in Phoenix.