Thirty Days of Thanks: Insulation

After one last relatively mild weekend day, the hatches have been sufficiently battened for the winter looming ahead.

The windows are most likely closed until spring, and the planters and flower pots and deck chairs have been stowed to avoid being buried by the impending snow drifts.

Although we may complain about the cold over the next few months, and don an occasional extra top layer or thicker pair of socks, we can listen to the wind whipping outside and know we have a safe, warm, dry home in which to escape the elements.

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My favorite holiday has come and gone, and I've sufficiently and deliciously stuffed myself not once, but three times over this long weekend. In the past year, I've shed quite a few pounds, but during these last few weeks, my progress has taken a recognizably backwards path.

The passing of Thanksgiving is my cue to return to a regular exercise regimen and less gluttonous diet, in preparation for a new year, and a possible Polar Plunge to kick off said year.

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I'm thankful for insulation...in the walls around me, which means I have a place to live, and in my currently expanding stomach, which means that I have food to eat.

"Certainly my life will not ever be as private and discreet,

and perhaps I should even use the word insulated,

as it was before."

—Anita Hill