Hard to believe it’s only the end of January and I’m already saying enough with this weather. Me, the one who grew up in a hockey rink 10 months out of the year. Me, the one that was rollerblading in 30 degree weather before Thanksgiving and ice skating outside with temps in the teens. Me, of all people.
I don’t know whether it has anything to do with the record low temps, the fact that it was way cold, way early, or what. I’ve never felt this way about the cold. I don’t remember ever having a problem with it, after all these years. I just remember toughing it out. I mean, in when I played hockey in high school, I was tough. It was my job to knock peoples’ teeth out. Okay, that only happened once, but like I told the suspension board, it was a clean hit. :)
Kidding aside, I’ve been having an unusually harder time this year. I think my fingernails are permanently blue, and I wake up each morning completely frozen from the back of my spine to the front of my chest. My entire core, bitter cold. Day in and day out for the past 4 weeks or so. It’s so odd, and no fun at all.
But why this year? Why now? Cindy thinks it because I’ve lost so much weight and not as insulated as previous years. I guess, but this was might weight in high school, when I had to walk home from school in this weather. You know, barefoot and uphill, both ways. :)
Not that complaining about it is going to help, just needed to get it off my chest. In two weeks time, we be back on Maui and this cold will be a forgotten memory. And when we get back in March, I want all this snow gone, you hear me?