We had our first true cold snap of the winter this past weekend.
Yeah. That's actual temp, by the by. Wind chill was much closer to -40.
We've been lucky so far, I am not going to dispute that.
But it seems like once the cold settles in my bones, like it did this weekend, it takes a long time to dislodge. I need more layers. I need to psych myself up much more before heading outside.
And so, I find myself, two days later, on a dramatically warmer day (it wil hit the 40s this afternoon!), shivering underneath blankets and doing house chores instead of getting my ass to the barn.
Hopefully this wears off, but I am not liking even the little taste of true winter that we got.
I don't think I could deal with this. I used to be better about the cold, but never loved it. Now that I've lived in CA for 5 years I have lost all ability to deal with the cold. It's gets to 50 and I need a coat. I hate heat too though. It was 79 degrees yesterday in February and I fear for the summer.
ReplyDeleteThat kind of cold sucks the life out of you. Blankets are a good life choice.
ReplyDeleteI'm the opposite. After our weekend of double digit negatives, Monday's 12* felt like summer, and today's 30* needs nothing more than a sweatshirt to go outside.
ReplyDeleteMy body works like Carly's (which honestly never ceases to surprise me, considering the hot winterless climates I come from): 2 weekends ago, we spent pretty much our entire 3 days outdoors in 30-40 degree humid weather and I was so done with the cold: we were miserable! And then this past weekend, Saturday was in single digit negatives...which meant on Sunday I went for a ride in 22 degree weather that felt positively balmy. Today I walked out of the house at 6:00 am in freezing rain with only a fleece on over my scrubs because it felt so warm by comparison. Crazy.
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what you mean about it getting in your bones! I hate that feeling
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