I think I was made for cold weather.
Perhaps the endless ranting about snow during my Alaskan tenure would lead you to think otherwise, but I miss it. I miss snow.
In fact, when deciding to visit my family in Alaska over the Holidays, I sincerely considered the fact that Christmas occurs in the dead of winter as a bonus.
Right about now, I should be marveling at the onset of Autumn. I should be reading a good book, drinking hot apple cider, watching the rain fall and taking in the sweet melancholy of cool, crisp air.
And I was not made for 108, I can promise you that.