Though it’s still technically Autumn, Winter is right around the corner. It rained most of the day today, but “they” are saying there’s a possibility for snow as soon as tomorrow.
This is not cool.
I grew up in Wisconsin where the winters will push you down, take your lunch money, and call you names. I can remember a specific time when the wind chill was -83° Fahrenheit… and I can also remember going shopping with my mom and my aunt during that stretch.
Here in Indiana the winters are more likely to whine at you and complain that you never hang out anymore, but it’s still annoying. The first year I was here I wore my Spring jacket until the second week of December. Sure, it was a little chilly by that time, but it wasn’t too bad. Since then, though, I’ve lost my tolerance for cold weather. Every year I move the Winter Jacket Breakout up, and this year it looks like tomorrow’s the day.
I still haven’t turned the heat on in my apartment, though. I’m holding out as long as I can on that. I’d much rather sit on the couch bundled up in a sweatshirt and several blankets than have the heat on, for some reason. This really isn’t a change from summer – I like to have the air conditioning on cold enough during the summer that I’m comfortable with a blanket wrapped around me. It doesn’t make sense and it gets expensive, but that’s just how I am, for one reason or another.
David Letterman likes to keep the Ed Sullivan Theater where The Late Show is taped pretty chilly – around 50° by some accounts. When asked why, he generally says “To keep the comedy fresh!” I’d like to think my chilly apartment accomplishes the same thing, but my few visitors would probably tell you differently.
I do like the fact that the cats are more likely to curl up next to me when it’s chilly in the apartment. They apparently don’t realize it’s my fault it’s so cold. I like the extra attention I get from them, even if it is under false pretenses.
I’m sure I’ll fold soon. It’s great to go to sleep at night when it’s chilly, but getting up in the morning when it’s cold is almost more than I’m able to do. The three minutes between getting out of a warm bed and getting into a hot shower are the longest three minutes of the day.
For now, though, I’m happy to bundle up when I get home. As soon as I have to start scraping frost of the TV in order to watch it, though, I’ll probably turn the heat on.