Damn, it's cold!

Finally, home. Surprisingly landed 10 minutes EARLY, yes early - maybe the timing was a bonus balancing the extremely unfriendly stewardess behaviour, who knows -, realizing that Hungary, my lovely home, is still damn cold during winter. -5 during the day, next week -15 during the night. But, for three weeks the official program is to eat, drink, do absolutely nothing and as an unpleseant but highly predictable consequence, gain weight. Do I love Christmas or what?