It's no secret among those who know me that I am NOT a fan of cold weather. Once it gets cold ... and by cold, I mean below 70º!) ... my nose starts running. I live far enough south that we don't get a lot of really, really cold days, but today the wind chill is zero ... and that makes me very unhappy.
I work inside, sit near a heater, and wear long underwear under my clothes. When I have to go outside, I resemble Ralphie's kid brother Randy (in A Christmas Story) when his mother got him "winterized" for his walk to school ... remember that scene ... "I can't put my arms down!"
When I come home, I don't leave again unless it's absolutely necessary. If it weren't for the kids, I'd never go to the grocery ... I'd eat salt and flour if it meant I didn't have to leave the house!
I should have been a bear. I'd hibernate on time with no complaining and I give you my word ... I wouldn't emerge until it warmed up. I would have made a very good bear. A very good bear, indeed.