As I left the office to walk to the hospital, yes I am healed up enough to walk again!, a co-worker said, "Take your time," with a wink. I laughed and said, "It depends on the weather, ha-ha-ha," as if the wet cold rain and cutting wind would have a say in how fast I walked.
Dear friends, I lied.
When I am in the mood to mosey, the rain, the wind, the cold, none of that matters!
I felt like taking it slow, armed with my umbrella and layers of clothing, I mosied. Yes, my tights clad legs suffered, but the rest of me enjoyed the heck out of the walk. I avoided looking in the mirror when I got back into the office, though. I didn't want to know what kind of rats nest the wind styled my hair!
Messy hair is a small price to pay for walk of contentment.