As I get older, I seem to be developing a resistance to cold, which is something I've never had before. I've always been a total weenie in the cold, which is why I've never been much for wintertime activities. Yet lately, despite falling temperatures, I've been leaving the jacket at home and wearing short-sleeve shirts every day and loving it.
It was good while it lasted.
Tonight when I left work at 6:30 I was assaulted by bitter cold that had me seriously regretting my wardrobe choice.
I either need to start wearing a jacket... or stop working late.
Hmmm...
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Your post reminds me of my days in Dawson Creek, BC (beginning of the Alaska Highway. Going from 30F below outside to 70F inside. What did that do to one’s well being?
I am an admitted weenie when it comes to cold. In my over 25 years here in Utah, I’ve never gotten used to it. I work with a few people who don’t mind the cold, so I give them props when it’s 12 degrees outside and they don’t complain when their car won’t start right away. For me, I keep on bitching.