How do you feel about cold weather?
It makes me mad. Moving to the South has made me soft. Where once I trudged through the snow barefoot and uphill both ways, I now refuse. I practically threw my snow boots in the trash and replaced them with toe floss.
Because I now expect warmth to sit over my body like a light bedsheet at all times, I make choices. Like rolling the car’s 74-degree venting air to closed. I’d happily live in a sauna. Or a greenhouse.
Cold weather is for penguins, polar bears, and glaciers. My carefully regulated 98.6-degree body temperature does not need to be lowered. It’s quite happy where it’s at, thank you very much.
Love, Jaclynn