One thing I need to do, soon-ish, is buy a real winter coat. I do love my KLM flight attendant coat, and it is generally perfect for the mild winters of the Pacific Northwest, but it does not hold up in temperatures anywhere approaching 32F/0C degrees. I shiver, in fact, to the point that if I have to walk around or conduct a conversation outside in near-freezing temperatures, I cannot stop my whole body from shaking.
I've been inside now for half an hour, and I'm still chilled to the bone.
The funny thing is that earlier today, when I was scraping the frost off my car in the morning, I thought smugly of how this weather they call cold out here isn't that bad - I didn't even need to button my coat!
Oh, life. How it loves to mock me for my hubris.
I've been inside now for half an hour, and I'm still chilled to the bone.
The funny thing is that earlier today, when I was scraping the frost off my car in the morning, I thought smugly of how this weather they call cold out here isn't that bad - I didn't even need to button my coat!
Oh, life. How it loves to mock me for my hubris.
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