So it's cold here. I mean, not butt numbing cold, but old-Scooter damn cold. It is like 20 degrees (-6 C) and I was walking the dog and it wasn't that bad. True not a lot of wind, but it wasn't that bad.
Part of my "not too cold" delusion is that Ed's family in Minnesota is suffering through a wind chill of -40 (funny enough, -40C). It's hard to worry about 20F when friends are in the -40s, but the old Scooter could have done it. Perhaps it is deeper and more concerning change.
Have I grown used to the cold?
Have I grown a layer of fat for the cold? (yes)
What has become of the nice California boy who shivered in 60 degrees (only 1 degree above the 50s!).