Tonight is no colder a night than a zillion others I’ve been out in, but it feels colder. It just cut through me as I walked on New Haven’s Broadway, nestled alongside Yale, on my way back from dinner.
Could it be because we’ve been getting this blast night-after-night-after-night? Cold shouldn’t be cumulative, but it seems that it is!
If given the choice of too hot or too cold, I vote for too hot.
I’m not an outdoors person. If I snowmobiled or sledded or skied, there would be an upside. But I don’t – so there isn’t.
People keep asking me when it’s going to get better? Surely it will, but right now, I see no light at the end of this tunnel. None.