Saturday, May 6, 2017
There comes a point in every year where the body no longer cheerfully accepts 68 or 65 as tolerable (as in, "Just put some socks on and a sweater, you'll be fine") and no matter how close you stand to the stove or how you inch the thermostat up to 70 or 72, sit in the sun or lean against a radiator, you can never quite get warm enough.
What was tolerable from November to April is now totally inadequate.
I think of it as the equivalent of muscle fatigue, and the muscles you've been using for so long to lift stuff suddenly rebel and go on break. This appears to be what happens in the spring, to your own personal thermostat.
Enough, already, the body says, let's give us some warmth, here. No, not that sissy stuff, I'm talkin' 80s, serious heat. Sun, sunburn, sweat. We ready. Me too.
Posted by mittens at 9:27 AM