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.