A few weeks ago I was trying to remember what last winter was like and eventually came to the conclusion that I must have misremembered how much it sucked.
For heaven’s sake, I was still wearing T-shirts in November! And yes, we had an unusually warm fall (#thanksbutnothanksglobalwarming), but then the cold set in and it honestly didn’t seem that bad.
When I venture outside now, it’s as the meme says: Why do I live where the air hurts my face?
It’s supposed to be fifteen below zero later this week. I saw a map the other day with various Asian and European countries superimposed on a map of North America according to similar climate… and I have no idea how factual that map was, or how they determined which country corresponded with which state or province, but Iowa, the Dakotas, and a huge stretch of central Canada were all labeled “Russia” and… yes.
I wore three pairs of pants the other day. If I only wear one pair the front of my legs become numb. I’m considering wearing my ski mask even though it looks weird because IT’S JUST SO COLD OUTSIDE. If I take my gloves off for so much as fifteen seconds my whole hand goes numb and I can’t feel whatever it is that I’m touching.
Oh, Iowa. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be able to stroll outside without needing to bundle yourself up in so many layers. This summer seems so far away, so long ago. It’s so cold and dark outside.
AKA the perfect weather to drink lots and lots of tea and hot chocolate.