Hot Tea & Yoga Pants

You know it’s cold in the morning when you stay in bed 

for a full forty-five minutes after your alarm clock goes off 

to have an argument with yourself 

about whether or not you should brave the cold and take a shower. 

This was unfortunately my lot this morning.

Sweatshirt pulled over, yoga pants thrown on, 

scarf tied up, hot beverage of choice in hand; 

this is how you will find me at any given moment. 

Today, well at the moment, hot tea is the desired libation.

Several gallons to hot tea and coffee past through my mug during the day; 

I think the count is up to thirteen now.

(In the 5 days I've been here so far)

With no central heating, here in South Africa,

 being warm starts being an art. 

Wearing things not because they’re cute, 

but because you’ll freeze to death without them, 

is something that we, Virginia Beachians, don’t understand very well.

But I think that I'm starting to get the hang of it.

As far as I can tell I have frozen yet;

not all the way through anyhow. 

I need to go brew myself another cup o' tea, 

Cheers!