My Socks Never Match

I went to bed at 7:00 in the evening and was back up somewhere around 9:30. After fighting it for a bit, I decided to give in to the fact that,

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am wide awake.

On my way tiptoeing out of the bedroom in the darkness, I picked up a sweater off the floor (I am that person), felt around for my glasses while knocking a curling iron off the vanity (again, that person), and pulled out the first two socks from my throw-'em-all-in-there sock drawer (totally that person).

And now, here I sit.

Two completely different socks that do not even share the same zip code of fashion or style and a sweater that I'm pretty sure is wrong-side-out complete the do-I-even-own-a-matching-set-of-pajamas look. I've got a cup of hot cocoa that has already gone lukewarm because this house is cold, but I also have a cat on my lap who is a rather convenient form of warmth. I debated starting a fire, but decided that I didn't want to commit to all that. Midnight is my goal for returning to slumber and a heated blanket.

I have scrolled through Facebook and learned primarily one thing. People are freezing. The weather is always a hot topic (get it?) and whether the temp is single digits or barely below the freezing point, sharing that fact along with exclamation points, snowflake emojis, and winter-themed hashtags is just a way of social media life. I find I am well-informed of the temps across the country. Thankfully, it would appear that we're all in for a warm-up, so prepare to adjust your emojis and hashtags accordingly.

I've caught up on reading my favorite blogs from people I know and people I don't know. I've priced airline tickets for a trip home. I've looked for a few weekend-getaways. I've trolled a few people (don't judge), conducted a few job searches (don't freak), and got lost somewhere in the midst of all that on Amazon (just nod your head). I've even put in a few grades and paid at least one bill. This last hour may have well been my most productive hour of the entire day.

But alas, I am slowing down. My eyes are tired and my feet are cold. My legs are growing numb from the warm ball of fur who is currently sacked out. This post has served no other reason than to pass the time and maybe, possibly, give you something to read while you're up in the middle of the night. It may very well be the one thing that actually puts you to sleep.

I just hope your sock drawer is more organized than mine.