I think I'm a wimp.
I know I'm a wimp.
Every year, I think, "Nathan, you've lived in Canada. Surely you can handle a measly little Utah winter!"
And every year, I make it about three days into the cold snap and lose it.
This year, It's barely fall. The leaves haven't even hit the ground yet, and I'm already looking for a way to pack up and move to Arizona or maybe Costa Rica.
I hear people all the time talk about what kind of a temperature person they are. "Oh, I'm a cold person." or "I prefer the heat." I'll man up and say it. I don't like either. Give me 72 degrees and I'll be happy.
Yeah ... not going to happen. I guess I'd better go get my coat.