Hug your heater

Oh holy crap is it cold outside. Like so cold they need a new word for it. I mean, if the Inuits have 57 words for snow, I wonder how many words they have for cold. Because just adding intensifiers to cold doesn't fully express it.

I am at work with the heater cranked to high, wearing 4 layers and I am STILL cold. Short of wrapping myself around it in a confined space, I need gloves or something. I haven't been this cold indoors since Yellow House. And at least there it was socially acceptable to hug the heater while wrapped in blankets, a cat, sitting 9 inches from the fire.

Current temp: -9F. Windchill is -25F.

This is vicious and painful. The cold smacks you so hard it brings tears to your eyes, which you quickly have to wipe away lest they FREEZE IN YOUR EYES. The whole corrective vision thing is a little tricky. Contacts can dry out, but my glasses fog up when I try to cover my face. Which is pretty necessary if you still want to have skin on your cheeks. Not even feeling, just skin. The cold air makes you choke. All this and you are waddling ala kid-overdressed-in-snow-suit to get to the bus. Then do the little dance to keep moving and warm. You can't really see anyone because you are so bundled, which is good, because you can't watch them tough it out or laugh at you.

But I am getting some cardio. As I haul ass from point A to B to minimize exposure.