My Red Hooded Sweatshirt
Now that winter has hit, my apartment has gone back to freezing. Not so bad as it was when I moved in in February and there was *no* heat, but still pretty chilly. The thermostat in my living room is mostly for show – I say “mostly” because it does have one function – if you put the switch anywhere other than “maximum, then the temperature will drop even more. This all means that (a) I’ve got the space heater on, (b) I’m drinking even more tea than usual, and (c) I’ve been rocking big comfy sweatshirts while I’m at home. One such sweatshirt is my beloved red hoodie.
I’ve had this hoodie for, well, I don’t know how long, but I’m 99% sure I’ve had it since I lived in Ontario and that was a decade ago. The cuffs are completely frayed and last week the zipper pull fell off in the laundry, so now I can’t even zip it up. Which I think means I have to maybe, just maybe, consider that my beloved red hoodie may have come to the end of its lifespan.
Perhaps Santa will bring me a new red hoodie for Christmas?
Also, I can’t write about my red hooded sweatshirt without including this: