The thing about the cold is that you forget. Your body has this mechanism inside it. And when you go into a Starbucks, or a bookstore, or a pizza place, that mechanism turns on and allows your mind to dismiss the fact that outside is a chill that wants nothing more than to rip your lips off.
I would know about this mechanism. Paul is going to be a doctor, after all.
We walked around Dupont Circle today. Very old looking. Very unlike anything we have in California. Houses that are painted so wonderfully, you stop looking for your lips on the ground after they battled the cold. (We did find them long enough to take a photo.)
Do not misunderstand, I am not complaining about the cold. I happen to love layers of clothing. And on the East Coast I look more normal. I look like I have carefully chosen my battle gear. It really makes me question my motives for the layering while on the West Coast. In fact, I will probably never layer in California again. I will probably only wear a V-neck white T-shirt. Because seriously. 60 degrees is not cold.
(Except seriously, everyone knows I will have on 4.5 layers anyway. It is the mechanism in reverse.)
And that is that. All this blog space and I discuss the weather. Or the "Elements" as we like to refer to it during combat.
