I like to think of myself as a person who is not bothered by the cold, one who dresses appropriately and then heads out, undaunted, (gleeful, even) into the elements.
Which is exactly what I did this morning to go to school-- I was all bundled up in wool socks, boots, jeans, turtleneck, fleece-lined flannel shirt, scarf, heavy coat, gloves, and even sunglasses to protect my eyes from the icy wind and glare. BUT, in the walk from the remote parking lot to the building, the howling wind froze my ears and nose and cheeks, figuratively, and the coffee on the top of my cup lid literally.
Whoa.
Which is exactly what I did this morning to go to school-- I was all bundled up in wool socks, boots, jeans, turtleneck, fleece-lined flannel shirt, scarf, heavy coat, gloves, and even sunglasses to protect my eyes from the icy wind and glare. BUT, in the walk from the remote parking lot to the building, the howling wind froze my ears and nose and cheeks, figuratively, and the coffee on the top of my cup lid literally.
Whoa.
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