My hands have been cold. all. day. long. I said to Jon recently that I wish we lived somewhere where we got real seasons. Florida has seasons but they go like this: Early Summer, Summer Summer (aka "Who opened the Sauna door?", aka "Don't Touch the Steering Wheel; Fingers Will Melt!"), late Summer, Fall (which usually lasts for about 2 weeks somewhere between October and mid-Februrary, and not all at once), 3.5 days of cold weather and then Summer starts all over again. Today was one of those rare cold days. Because we in the Sunshine State are so unaccustomed to cold weather, we tend to not be able to handle when temps drop below 65. One year, sinkholes formed all around the center part of the State because there was a freeze and, in order to Save The Strawberries!, sprinklers were run all night(s), using all the water, drying out the aquifer and creating large, dangerous, holes which opened up and swallowed houses and cows and stuff. Wal-Mart sells out of thermal underwear and gloves and socks. Fleece blankets fly off the shelf. Kids come to school wearing every single cold-weather article of clothing they and their parents have ever owned. Everyone wears their one pair of closed-toe shoes.
Today, the high was 45! Last night, it dipped below freezing! We covered our plants, guys! These are the dire straights. My dogs' noses are practically ice cubes after a 10 minute jaunt outside and the pads of their paws are chilly just from walking around inside! I hear the ridiculousness that is the weather reports for everywhere North of Miami regarding the Swirling Vortex of Freezing Death Hell, ridiculousness made louder by my cold fingers, and I think maybe I don't really want to live in places where real seasons occur. *
* Subject to change at anytime.
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