Even I admit that it's cold

Historically, I have been one of those disgusting people who didn't get cold. In high school, my band director nicknamed me, "Old Anti-Freeze" after I arrived at school one morning wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up, no coat, and not complaining about the cold at all. It was about 6 degrees Fahrenheit that morning.

However, in one of what I suppose is one of those "as we get older" things, my metabolism hasn't supported that ability as much. I'm noticing a much more pronounced dislike for cold weather than has been my norm this year.

One result of this is that I'm not even a little bit interested in riding a bicycle if the temperature is below freezing. I've worked on it a bit this year, and managed with temperatures in the mid-twenties, but once it's below 25, I'm done with riding outdoors. I don't want to put on enough layers of clothing to be able to ride. It's that simple.

Small wonder that I didn't ride to work today, with the morning low about 5F and wind chill readings in the -8 or -10F range. Tomorrow's weather doesn't look to be an improvement, as it is supposed to snow early in the day, with the snow turning to rain as the temperature gets above freezing.

The holly-daze season is also going to be a factor for me. Holiday family gatherings will dominate my off-work focus for this week. Scheduling gatherings has been nightmarish--with all the split families and attendant obligations, it's hard to get everyone in one place at one time. It kind of makes me wish I didn't have so much family, but then I wouldn't have the support system I now have (nor would I be in a place to offer such support to others within the system). Add to this that I'm planning to visit relatives in Virginia soon, and my non-work time is busy.