Gods, I hate the cold. As somebody born and raised in Canada, an ostensibly “northern” country with long, cold winters, you’d think I’d be used to the cold by now. And I kind of am, but I still hate it.
I mean, I accept that the weather will get cold. That I have a finite period of time every year to ride my bike and to go for runs outdoors. I get it… I just don’t like it.
This morning was twelve degrees. TWELVE. In August! Ugh. I had to wear long sleeves and pants when I ran. Not a fan.
Ah well. The one upside to the cold weather is that it makes me want to stay inside and write more, which is a statement of some weight. I already love doing that!
Hope everyone out there is staying safe and healthy!