It's cold out there. Damn cold. It has been colder, but this year it seems colder. Maybe it was the almost summer like November we had. And maybe one more winter has dug deeper into my bones sooner than expected. Regardless, it's damn cold out there.
Entering my 29th straight Winter here in Maine, I wonder why I always have to reacquaint myself with the cold. You'd think that after all this time, it would be like slipping into some old shoes that immediately make me feel at home. But no. Every winter I suffer this tough but brief period to acclimate my body and hopefully my mind to the next three months of snow blowing, ice scrapping, and shivering in the car for fives miles before it warms up.
It's not that I am especially sensitive to the cold. Actually it is more the opposite. I will wear shorts and flip flops in 30 degree weather if the Sun's out and there is no wind. My wife and I keep our house thermostat set at 60'F. On occasion, we will bump it up to 65'F. But then once we have warmed up, it quickly gets reset to 60'F. We don't do this out of any notion of conserving, saving the planet, or saving us money. We just like a cool house.
Many old farts from Maine move South in the Winter. The annual migration is now well under way. Too many tough Winters piled up I guess. I always said I would never do that. I lived in the South as a boy and hated it. Hot sticky weather sucks in my opinion. More so than bone chilling cold. This tough guy attitude of mine was fine when all my limbs were still somewhat limber. But now that my appendages are starting to rebel, I can relate to the desire to spend Winter in more friendly climates. Today anyway. That's for sure.