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Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception
Seattle
It was 9° when I left for work this morning. That's 9°F, not 9°C.
The cold this year has been affecting me more than in years passed. Normally I'm a furnace, but I don't think I've actually felt warm since Saturday at this point (scalding showers notwithstanding).
I'm cold at home; I'm cold at the office; I'm always cold.
The constant cold distracts me from working, and believe me, I don't need that much of a push.
For someone who grew up in the American midwest, sensitivity to cold is a rather terrifying thing. I remember quite distinctly walking miles over drifted snow in the city after a blizzard with no hat or gloves. How have I gotten so soft?
Seattle
It was 9° when I left for work this morning. That's 9°F, not 9°C.
The cold this year has been affecting me more than in years passed. Normally I'm a furnace, but I don't think I've actually felt warm since Saturday at this point (scalding showers notwithstanding).
I'm cold at home; I'm cold at the office; I'm always cold.
The constant cold distracts me from working, and believe me, I don't need that much of a push.
For someone who grew up in the American midwest, sensitivity to cold is a rather terrifying thing. I remember quite distinctly walking miles over drifted snow in the city after a blizzard with no hat or gloves. How have I gotten so soft?
