Make paintings of a warm, sunny afternoon and stick them over all of your windows. Inject a little whimsy into the paintings by adding sunglasses to the suns. Wait, does the sun have eyes? Is the sun watching you? Now you’re terrified. It’s too late! Make the best of it.
Develop a Wilson-the-Volleyball-type relationship with your space heater.
Revel in the fact that the awful weather is a legitimate reason to cancel plans. You can cancel so many plans.
Did somebody say hot toddies? Nobody did? You’re alone in your apartment because nobody wants to hang out because it’s too cold to go outside? Cool. Drink hot toddies alone, I guess.
Layer until you can no longer tell where your body ends and the sweaters begin.
Watch “Love Actually” over and over again until you forget your own name.
Tell everyone within earshot that, actually, you really appreciate how New York has seasons, you know? Keep repeating it until it becomes true. Please let it be true. You love seasons. You love them. Seasons are the best.
Sled to work.
Move to Los Angeles. Be really sanctimonious about it.
