i walked out my door this morning and my first thought was, “you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

i knew that it had cooled off during the night. when i woke up i could sense the wintery-air pressed up against my windows. and knowing that it had rained for a good portion of the night, i figured it would be jacket weather.

but when i started my car and noticed that the dashboard thermostat read thirty-six degrees, i cut off the engine and headed back into my house because i realized that a t-shirt/jacket combination wasn’t going to cut it. no, this called for some sweet, sweet layer action.

i have a problem gauging temperature. upon initial contact with the outside world, i have a hard time recognizing the difference in temperatures between 30′ and 60′. basically, i can recognize if it’s under 60′, or over 90′. cold, hot. or, you know, “medium.” i don’t know what this sensory deficiency says about me as a person really, other than if this were prehistoric caveman times i probably would have died off years ago.

i just find it startling that in the course of a single evening, the tempertaure cut itself in half. don’t get me wrong, i’m not bitching. i like the cold weather, because at this very moment i am enjoying a freshly-bought cup of hot chocolate. and nothing accentuates crisp thirty-six degree weather like hot chocolate. except whisky. and i’ll add that layer after i get off work.