That may be the name of a song, but I'm serious. It is 13 degrees Fahrenheit outside the last I looked and it was 14 the minute before that so it will probably drop further until the sun make its way round here once again. It wasn't that long ago we had 60 degree weather and I was out walking for my daily mocha wearing only a denim jacket as protection against the elements. Now winter has just sort of happened overnight and I am cabin bound so to speak, until the world thaws out again.
The old man likes to say that if he hadn't been born in Chicago, he probably wouldn't live here. I have to agree. You might see people on the television talk show circuit talking about how they love Chicago or how they loved growing up here but I'll bet dollars to donuts they usually live somewhere with a much more reasonable weather pattern. In the summer it is too hot. In the winter it is homeless freezing cold. Spring and Fall are those two or three mythical weeks in between the time when it is either too hot or two cold.
I go on like this because It has brought my to a new definition of well off. A person is well off if they can live in this frozen wasteland and set there thermostat to say 79 degrees and hang the expense. If one can walk around the house in a pair of shorts and a tank top on a night like tonight and not have a care about what it is costing then one has officially arrived.
That, I believe, will be my financial goal. Sure I could move to a more temperate climate, but that would mean moving away from family and friends. That's just not going to happen. After thirty odd years a person gets used to having one's family about.
Why, one may ask, would I need to have a house so warm? I don't really. I just get tired of the temperature dropping every night after the old folks hit the sack. I hate the run program button on the thermostat. When the button is pressed the house drops to 64 degrees. If you are sitting near a window (say perhaps at the computer) it is much cooler than that. How can one properly win the interweb bundled up in five layers of close I ask? One cannot.
In Summary: The Midwest is filled with people who may not actually like the weather, but are unwilling to leave their families. The old man is secretly (or not so secretly) trying to force me to go to bed earlier by taking away the heat. I'm not done whining about this yet.
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