For surviving the crisp wintery breeze that nips at my nose, so long as there’s room for slow dancing and a hot toddy. We’re deep into the arctic scene in the northern hemisphere, Jack Frost is downright gnawing at all my extremities. I remind myself this wintering is as laudable and remarkable as peak summer…the cold also stings like a sunburn and while I wasn’t born with fur I can pack on the fleece and shearling. While I like to embrace all of nature’s grand ‘ole seasons, I prefer a cuddle from indoors this time of year.