I hate being cold. And it’s worse when you can’t be anywhere where you can warm up. I wasn’t like this sledding down the hill at Nathan Hale school in Norwalk as a kid. Or Birchwood Country Club in Westport. We all expected to freeze. And then with my 4 kids, it was never cold being outdoors with them growing up. Then, whatever happened happened. All of a sudden, cold became an enemy. Even sitting on the ice cold bleachers as all the kids were in Trumbull High School Marching Band wasn’t bad. Hand warmers became friends. But now, even taking out the trash the night is a cold walk. Layers don’t even do the trick anymore. Give me a beach. And something cold to drink. Then I like cold!
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