It’s 9 degrees this morning. Yesterday it was 22. Normally I don’t mind cold weather. In fact I don’t usually consider 22 to be particularly cold. But I was cold yesterday, and I’m sure I’ll be cold when I step outside this morning.
Maybe because it’s because it got cold too quickly, so I haven’t had time to adapt yet.
Maybe it’s the high humidity–75% yesterday and a brutal 83% this morning. A dry cold is so much nicer than a wet cold. I’ve been outside in just a sweater at -2 in a dry cold and been comfortable.
But my real worry is that I’m just getting old. There’s mo doubt that my hands hurt more in the cold than they once did, and I’ve taken to wearing gloves in temperatures for which I once would never have considered putting on such protection,
I’m not that young anymore, it seems. As Greg Brown sang, “it’s too late to die young, so we sit at the table long after supper with a good wine.”