It's chilly and I'm feelin' it -- but not liking it. Not even a little. The older I get, the less able I am to take the cold. But the older I get, the less interested I am in moving, so it's sweaters and gloves, long undies and electric blankets for me. It's not like this isn't a solved problem, and very long solved; humans would have a very narrow habitable range on this planet were it not for our technologies, from shelter to fire, to hunting and tanning hides, to weaving and mining and on and on.
So when I'm shivering, I know lots of ways to fix it. Complaining doesn't make me any warmer but somehow it helps.
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