Only penguins and whores don’t feel cold in the sub zero and I’m neither. I’ve had my moments but I’ve grown up and feel zero need to expose skin or even wear anything skin tight when it’s cold outside. I used to live on a ”bar street” and in the winter time I sometimes would leave my coat at home and walk to the bar wearing something skimpy.
Now I’m happily clad in layers of wool, down and feathers, looking like three sizes bigger than what I actually am.
Temperatures are rapidly dropping today and after a brisk walk to the yarn store, again, I’m enjoying the day inside knitting.
If we are lucky, it’ll be -18 degrees centigrade tomorrow and that makes me happy.
