"Are you nuts?" Mimi asked as I dug out my warm vintage coat and cashmere sweaters from a trunk in the attic. "Have you completely and utterly lost your mind? Why can't you wait until April to visit your mom?"
I ignored her and continued packing. Wool socks. Check. Flannel pajamas. Check. Alpaca scarf and gloves. Check. Check.
Am I nuts? Well, probably. "But just you wait, Mimi, I bet you the mercury will rise to seventy and I'll have nothing to wear!"
See you in February.
Marea
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